Chapter 1225： Sing with her

Cheng Xichen heard it, he looked at Huang Ling: "Do you think he is suing, don't you believe in you?"

"..." Huang Ling does not speak, when it is the default.

Cheng Xichen’s eyes are deep and his eyes are slightly picking up, thinking about things.

For a long while, he said: "You have all come to the point of marriage, he should believe in you. With whom you have been together for so long, what kind of person are you, he still doesn't understand?"

"I am very upset now."

Cheng Xichen put the rice back. "You don't eat, I am not stubborn. What do you usually do when you are upset?"

"Drink and sing."

"I really don't like it. Isn't it like singing here?"

Huang Ling’s nephew froze and looked at Cheng Xichen. “Can you sing?”

Cheng Xichen smiled: "Who is singing? Is it difficult?"

"Do you dare to sing in front of me?"

"What are you afraid of? Singing is not a stripper." Cheng Xichen smiled and said: "What song do you like to listen to?"

Huang Ling asked: "What song can you sing?"

"I will sing a few songs."

"Sing you best."

"No, don't sing my best, I will sing you a "Tomorrow will be better"?"

"Good?"

"You haven't heard it?" Cheng Xichen sneaked a sneak peek.

Huang Ling shook her head: "No."

"The song may not be good, but it will be very nice to sing from my mouth." In order to make the atmosphere, Cheng Xichen also tried his best.

He pointed to his throat and smiled: "My voice, magnetically low, singing songs, only good, sweet, even if it is out of tune, it is such a soul."

Huang Ling’s mood was not so dull. Just listened to Cheng Xichen’s saying that she couldn’t help but laugh. “Get it, sing and sing, and say so much, are you afraid of being beaten?”

"If you sing badly, you will lose your face and you won't face it. You can't use your words properly. You will learn more in the future."

"If you don't sing, I don't want to hear it, you can roll it."

"Okay, I sing."

Gently wake up the sleeping mind and slowly open your eyes. Look at the busy world, whether it is still turning alone.

The spring breeze does not understand the style, blowing the heart of the teenager, so that the tears on the face of yesterday, with the memory dried.

Looking up at the wings of the sky, the migratory birds appear in its shadows, bringing news of the hunger and ruthless war in the distance.

Yushan's white snow drifts, burning the heart of the juvenile, melting the true feeling into a note, and confessing distant blessings.

Sing your enthusiasm, reach out your hands, let me embrace your dreams, let me have your true face!

Let our smile, full of the pride of youth, give a pious prayer for tomorrow!

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After singing a piece, Cheng Xichen’s eyebrows fluttered, and he looked at Huang Ling: “How? Good?”

Huang Ling nodded: "Good, I seem to have heard it, but I will not sing."

"I teach you." Singing, it's easiest to pass the time, so you don't feel bored.

Huang Ling smiled and nodded: "Well, you teach me to sing."

Huang Ling also felt that singing time was good.

Cheng Xichen also sang in the latter part.

——Who can ignore his own homeland and leave the childhood in memory, who can bear to see his sorrow yesterday and take away our smile.

Youth does not understand the red dust, rouge contaminated with ash, so that the long-lost tears, nourish your face.

Sing your enthusiasm, reach out your hands and let me embrace your dreams.

Let me have your true face, let our smiles, full of youthful pride, and devout prayers for tomorrow.

Let our smile, full of youthful pride, let us look forward to tomorrow will be even better!