Chapter 759： She doesn't sing, I sing

Recalling that she committed suicide in front of him, he was indifferent.

Her heart is slowly and heavy.

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Put you in your heart and put your hands together.

I begged God in silence and guided me.

I don’t want to be long and long, just beside me.

Tired of drunken gentle township, gently sing.

I have used my life to support you.

I only hope that you will stop and turn your eyes.

Please give me unlimited love, and the power of being loved, so that I can rest in peace under Bodhi and quietly think about it -

The lyrics should be the same as her love for Gu Yu.

Once, she did not ask him to love him like her to love her.

She only craved, he gave her a little warmth, not so cold.

She does not want to be with him in the world, but only asks her to live this life, he can be by her side, guarding her.

Her love for him is like a moth. She is willing to use her life and support him with love.

However, her current ending -

Singing and singing, Huang Ling couldn’t help but have tears in her eyes.

She has a hoarse voice, like the singing of the singer Asan.

She sang this song more sadly than the original singer, revealing a thick sorrow.

She is a personal experience, singing more emotional, slightly hoarse voice, it seems even more sad.

Her tearful eyes, under the lights of the stage, are as dazzling and sparkling as crystal.

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I have used my life to support you.

There are too many troubles in the world to forget.

The bitter sea is floating in you, the old look.

I found out that I have already made a lot of noise -

Singing the last sentence, she recalls her conversation with Gu Yu on the roof of the pastoral.

[Can you tell me the truth, you yell at me, is it because you like me? 】

【Yes. 】

[You are good to her, are there any ingredients that are good for me? 】

【Have. 】

......

Thinking of this, Huang Ling’s heart suddenly hurts, and the tears are like the dyke, and they can’t control it down.

She seems to be completely trapped in her own world. She was shocked if she did not see the audience.

Looking at their expressions, they can see that they were shocked by her singing and input.

She is a storyteller!

Mobson gripped the fingers of the glass and tried to force the glass to break.

She is very sad and her heart is very painful.

He is not the first time, seeing her so sad.

Worry-free manor, fainted on the road, tonight the restaurant silently shed tears, now singing and crying -

Mobson felt that she was not as simple as losing her love.

The pain that came out of her body directly told him that she was a storyteller, not just a person who lost love -

"I'm sorry." Until the end of the music, sad Huang Ling was embarrassed to apologize to everyone: "Let everyone laugh."

"Good!" Wu Gongzi first took the lead in applause.

His applause, his friends and guests applauded.

Even the manager was shocked by Huang Ling’s singing and was infected by her grief.

"Sing another song!" Wu Gongzi shouted: "Continue to sing!"

"Continue to sing!" His group of friends shouted at him.

Huang Ling is a little embarrassed, she will only sing this song, other songs, will forget the words.

Moreover, she is now in a very heavy mood, and she has no mood to sing at all.

"Sorry, I can't sing other songs," Huang Ling said.

"You can't sing one song, let's go down? Continue!" Wu Gongzi only thought her voice was hoarse, very nice, he wanted to hear.

"She doesn't sing, I sing." Mobson suddenly got up.