"What do you want to hear?" Su Kui supported her cheek with one hand, knuckles bent, and tapped on the tabletop.
Under the warm yellow desk lamp, curly chestnut hair draped like seaweed behind his head, his petite body couldn't support the wide pajamas, and his sleek and white shoulders slipped out of the neckline without knowing it.
At the beginning, Lu Qiaosheng only thought that Wen Jiu's voice was very good, and it was a voice that attracted his attention. He has always been a very indifferent person, and there are not many things that can attract him, but I don't know why, the first time I heard it, I felt that this woman was inexplicably familiar.
But when I rummaged through every corner of my brain, I never found out when I knew her.
"It's all good." He smiled and said mildly.
Sometimes there is a long silence between the two, each doing their own things, but the atmosphere between them is unusually harmonious. No matter how long you have been away, what you have done, when you come back, ask, "In?"
There will be a soft voice from the headset, "Yes."
So, knowingly smiled, it felt very strange, as if in the dark, they should have been like this.
Su Kui came back from washing, covered her lips and yawned, and said with a nasal voice: "I'm back, when will you rest? If you can't remember, then I will sing it casually?"
Lu Qiaosheng was reading a book. The obscure book was as thick as a brick, and the entire page was in traditional characters, but he was fascinated by it. The wall lamp hits his face, the features are extremely soft, and the eyelashes behind the lens are long and sloppy , With light-colored lips, especially pleasing to the eye.
Suddenly hearing the sudden voice in the earphone, Lu Qiaosheng laughed, "Okay."
Su Kui flipped through the playlist and suddenly saw a song. When his eyes lit up, he immediately decided to sing it.
She looked for an accompaniment, and the lyrics were even more impressive to her.
This is a song with a very simple background music. She got on the wheat, and the background music had already sounded. She cleared her throat and said, "Well, this song for thousands of years, give it to my new husband, pen and ink!"
"Heh—" Lu Qiaosheng shook his head, his dark eyes seemed to reflect the stars in the sky, and he unconsciously dropped his gaze onto the computer screen that could not see anything.
The prelude of the music is very exciting, and behind it is the vicissitudes of life.
"Bashan doesn't change Qianfeng Dai, and the river is still full of smoke.
Everyone in the world says that the city of Shu is dangerous, and strange and strange rocks enter the top of the cloud.
Floating name is far from the world, and I am ashamed to talk about buying fame money.
The prosperity of the country is hanging by a thread, and no scholar dare to move forward.
Lonely and angry, throwing into the inkstone pond, leaving the sparse Wanzi Juechen fate. "
Her voice is different from the generally soft voices of girls, but the range is very wide. Singing this kind of ancient song has a kind of free and easy way to watch the world, everyone is drunk and I am alone.
"There are so many injustices in the floating world, and everything is as expected.
How is the Great Wilderness like the Shura Prison
Above the high hall are beasts, and under the skin are ghosts.
No one in the camp asks, and the Lulu dog is included in the literary classics.
Laughing to the world's disappointment, let the wind and rain take my shoulders. "
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"Laughing so uncomfortably, let the wind and rain take my shoulders.
The vicissitudes of change lightly, the meaning of ink lasts for thousands of years. "
Lu Qiaosheng listened quietly, the sound from his earphone was quietly singing for him alone. She always speaks and does things neatly, no matter what she does, it seems to have no reason, and it seems to have a long history. He just followed in her footsteps, even if she could not act like a baby.