Cheng Xichen knew it as soon as he heard it. He looked at Huang Ling: "Do you think he sued, because he doesn't believe you?"
"..." Huang Ling didn't say a word, as a tacit consent.
Cheng Xichen's eyes were deep, his brows were slightly raised, and he was thinking about something.
After a long while, he said: "You have reached the point where you are talking about marriage, he should believe you. After spending so long with you, he still doesn't understand what kind of person you are?"
"I'm very upset right now."
Cheng Xichen put the rice back, "If you don't eat, I won't force you. What do you usually do when you are upset?"
"Drink and sing."
"It's really unsatisfactory, there is no wine here, why don't you sing?"
Huang Ling's eyes moved slightly, she looked at Cheng Xichen, "Can you sing?"
Cheng Xichen smiled: "Who can sing? Is it difficult?"
"Do you dare to sing in front of me?"
"Why don't you dare? It's just singing, not a dressing room." Cheng Xichen said with a smile, "What song do you like to listen to?"
Huang Ling asked back, "What songs can you sing?"
"There are several songs that I can sing."
"Sing what you do best."
"No, instead of singing what I'm best at, let me sing you "Tomorrow Will Be Better"?"
"Does it sound good?"
"You haven't heard of it?" Cheng Xichen's eyes flashed with surprise.
Huang Ling shook her head: "No."
"The song may not sound good, but when it comes out of my mouth, it will be very pleasant." In order to improve the atmosphere, Cheng Xichen also tried his best.
He pointed to his throat, and said with a smile: "My voice is magnetic and deep. The songs I sing can only be pleasant and pleasant to the ear. Even if they are out of tune, they are all so captivating."
Huang Ling's mood was not as dull as when she was alone just now, and she couldn't help laughing when she heard what Cheng Xichen said, "Come on, just sing and talk so much, aren't you afraid of being slapped in the face?"
"If you don't sing well, you will be ashamed and won't hit your face. You use words improperly. You will learn more in the future."
"If you don't sing, I don't want to hear it anymore, and you can get out."
"Okay, I'll sing."
Gently tap to wake up the sleeping mind, and slowly open your eyes. Look at the busy world, whether it is still spinning around alone.
The spring breeze is incomprehensible, it blows the heart of the young man, and the tears on his face from yesterday dry up with the memory.
Looking up for the wings of the sky, migratory birds appear in its shadow, bringing news that the famine and ruthless war in the distance still exist.
The white snow on Yushan Mountain burns the heart of the young man, melts the true feelings into musical notes, and pours out the distant blessings.
Sing out your enthusiasm, stretch out your hands, let me embrace your dream, let me have your true face!
Let our smiles be filled with the pride of youth, and we will offer devout prayers for tomorrow!
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After singing a section, Cheng Xichen looked at Huang Ling with raised eyebrows and radiant spirits: "How is it? Does it sound good?"
Huang Ling nodded: "It sounds good, I think I've heard it before, but I can't sing it."
"Let me teach you." Singing is the easiest way to pass the time, so you won't feel bored in jail.
Huang Ling smiled and nodded: "Okay, you teach me how to sing."
Huang Ling also thinks that singing is a good way to pass the time.
Cheng Xichen also sang the latter part.
—Who can disregard his own homeland, put aside the childhood in memory, who can bear to see his sorrow yesterday and take away our smiles.
Youth is incomprehensible to the world of mortals, the rouge is stained with dust, let the long-lost tears moisten your face.
Sing your passion, stretch out your hands, let me embrace your dreams.
Let me have your sincere face, let our smiles be full of youthful pride, and offer devout prayers for tomorrow.
Let our smiles be full of youthful pride, and let us look forward to a better tomorrow!