Chapter 524

Here, no one can recognize her, Miss Song.

This kind of feeling, unexpectedly extremely relaxed.

So wearing a rabbit mask and following a group of people wearing similar masks, you can hardly take a look at the man selling stinky tofu and ask, "how much is it?"

"Twenty yuan a share."

She also bought one. She took a bite with her nose and frowned, some of which were difficult to swallow.

Looking at the group of young lovers nearby, you and I had a good time eating. She wondered if the boss was not friendly enough to her and put the wrong seasoning.

Then he walked to the side of the garbage can. After throwing it away, he heard a bright and steady female voice behind him, "quick, quick, there is a little brother playing bass solo in front of me, so handsome."

Song ran turned her head and saw a girl in her early twenties. She was so excited that her legs sprang on the ground. Then she took her good sister and hurried forward.

Song ran kept silent and followed behind.

Along the way, the girl was still nagging, "I didn't expect that the quality of the passers-by on the spark Festival this year was so high. There were a group of girls watching, and their voices were almost hoarse. Now in the past, maybe we can catch some alive when we step down later."

Listening to her, the other little sister's pace also accelerated a few minutes, all the way to urge, the sound of the sound reverberating in her ears became more and more clear.

As I got closer, I saw the bright lights on the temporary outdoor stage beside the artificial lake. The man standing in the middle of the stage carried a electric bass on his back, playing and singing an English song full of vitality.

His pronunciation is standard and clear, and his voice is clean and clear. He listens with his eyes closed, which is no less than that of a large stage performance.

Song Ran's side, someone sighed in a low voice, "how can his English pronunciation be so good? It's crazy."

And she stares at the steady man on the stage and smiles.

If you remember correctly, it should be eight years.

How can a man who has been in England for eight years still have a poor pronunciation.

In addition, it is hard for her to know that the single family has a good reputation in Shanghai, and its influence is no less than that of the Song family. However, the second young master of the single family can devote himself to the stage, and seems to have completely forgotten his identity.

According to her heart, this is what song ran can't do.

A hi song has already detonated the audience. A group of girls around Song ran screamed in unison, almost piercing the eardrum.

And then look at the man on the stage, after a little bow, in response to the request of the audience, take off his bass guitar, and slowly pace to a piano.

But in an instant, he completely changed his aura, and the profile of the face facing the stage was clear. It seemed that he pressed the key twice after a brief brewing.

After getting the timbre of the piano, he nodded to the teacher who played music next to him. A beautiful and affectionate music flowed slowly on his fingertips.

The audience quickly recognized that it was a classic piece of Titanic. Playing it on the piano, it had a special ethereal and romantic flavor.

At the moment when the man's deep and deep voice and the music were playing slowly, the noisy scene was quiet. The girl next to her grabbed her companion's arm, and her small cheek redly repeated, "my God, my heart will go on! My heart is eternal, and so am I

Song ran peeked at the past quietly, and was amused by the clumsy appearance of the girl.

Looking up again, I don't know how many schoolgirls who just like that will suffer from insomnia all night.

In a flash, she hooked the corner of her lips and envied them.

It's a good life.

Compared with the quiet life like a stagnant water, she is very curious about why those who will be happy and sad will express themselves through body and language without reservation when they encounter things, so as to let others know that she is happy or sad.

In this or that conjecture, the man's affectionate solo slowly ends, and the warm applause under the stage almost engulfs people.

He stood up and bowed in the standard position of a pianist. At the same time, he refused the offer of another song, and held up the microphone standing on the piano.

His line of sight drifts, in the dark crowd turn round a circle, then shy smile, "I'm sorry, I'm actually looking for someone."

Under the stage lighting, the man's eyes are permeated with bright light.

Holding the knuckles of the microphone, he slowly tightened and continued: "I'm looking for a Miss Song. She is wearing a black and white dress today, with a camel windbreaker outside. She's very tall. She's about 1750 in high heels

Said, raise the hand in the position above own shoulder to stroke, "probably come to me here."

In his slow narration, the stage has already burst into a pot, and the curious crowd constantly look around, trying to find a woman who is in line with his description of the image.Everyone thought that this miss song should be very beautiful, and they all opened their eyes with curiosity.

And the man's eyes are still moving, while the mouth continues to add, "by the way, she carries a dark green leather bag today, long hair, silver earrings."

At the moment, several little girls beside song ran are already whispering. Their bodies are backward and crowded together to look up and down the woman who meets all the conditions in front of her.

Finally, a chubby girl raised an arm and exclaimed, "here, here!"

The crowd was in an uproar. They looked in the direction of the sound one after another, and then moved the space that belonged to song ran with tacit understanding. She was the only one left to accept the baptism of people's eyes.

The woman was still wearing the pink rabbit mask. No one recognized her, let alone her expression at the moment.

But other people, as spectators, are undoubtedly envious.

Song ran across the mask, with a deep vision and the line of sight to touch the man over. In fact, the face under the mask has no extra expression.

There was no shock, no anger, no joy.

She was calm, always like an outsider.

After that, she walked around the pink baby's back, and then put her hands on the stage.

Fluffy, very cute.

The audience next to him straightened their eyes and thought it was a special proposal ceremony. They were even ready to see the man kneel down and take out the ring from the belly of his rabbit pillow.

However, the man just said with a sigh of relief: "it's good not to lose it."

Song ran drooped her eyes. She didn't know what force was driving her. She picked up the rabbit head doll, then turned her head and gently asked, "go back."

Her mood, some inexplicably heavy.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that Shan Rao is different from shangrui.

A man is born with everything, but will not stick to those identities and etiquette.

On the other hand, how can a person who has spent nearly ten years trying to wrap himself up and want nirvana to do something that is not in line with his status as an upper class person.

So this man is warm, confident and sunny, just like the sun in winter.

Song ran, who is compared to a lonely star, is only suitable for living in a cold and dark space. If the sun suddenly shines in, she will not adapt.

She can see the dark side of her body through this wipe of light, it is so unbearable.

So the pace is very fast, like want to escape something.

Unexpectedly, after leaving the crowd, at the moment of turning around in a hurry, she was blocked by a figure suddenly appearing in front of her. Her eyes dropped slowly upward, facing the unknown face.

Again, a woman in a long white dress is holding him, her face is tinged with a little surprise.

She shallow hook lip a smile, posture arrogant, "really clever."

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