…

Whose past life are you looking back on?

Who are you meeting for the first time in this life?

Who are you? An ink painting solidified in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River?

Who are you, that piece of oil-paper umbrella going away on the broken bridge?

Honey,

The mountain alliance withered,

The oaths of each other faded,

please hold me tight,

If there is reincarnation,

In the sea of ​​people in the next life,

you must find me

…

As soon as Dai Qing's voice fell, a man's voice that had gone through vicissitudes of life and was sad and earth-shattering sounded:

…

Who are you, the lingering legend?

Who are you to sing the beautiful Sanskrit?

Who are you, the rose weeping before the Buddha?

Who are you who refuses to drink the Meng Po soup on the Sansheng Stone?

Honey,

The flowers withered,

The snow melted,

The dream is gone,

If there is reincarnation,

Please let me live in the next life,

Remember your beautiful face

…

The song is like a sound coming from the sky, full of incredible magic and magnetism, rough and slightly hoarse, like the most beautiful glaciers and snowfields on the top of the Himalayas, without any impurities, and firmly captures everyone's hearts with its original purity and azure.

All the people in the bar were dumbfounded, motionless as if they were clay statues. Suddenly, a heavy snowfall fell, slowly burying them. They could do nothing and did not want to do anything. The shock in their hearts roared like an avalanche—

—They swore that even original singers Zhang Han and Mo Feixue, who are popular all over the country, would not be able to perform "Love" to this extent. Damn it, is this true?

The chorus of Dai Qing and Fu Chenxue once again pushed the atmosphere to a climax. Zhang Nan, Zhu Ying and others burst into tears. When the last note disappeared in the air, Dai Qing's eyes were red and she looked at Fu Chen affectionately.

Snow, what she wants to say can't be said. No one understands her mood at the moment, and who knows the sadness buried in her heart?

Fu Chenxue rubbed her nose and smiled sincerely: "Ah Qing, you sing so well -" Before he could finish his words, several figures rushed up from the audience, and Zhang Nan jumped directly on Fu Chenxue, like an eight-pawed figure.

She wrapped around Fu Chenxue like a fish and shouted: "Fu Chenxue, I love you——"

Zhu Ying and Qin Yue, one on each side, hugged Fu Chenxue's arms tightly, laughing and making noise. At this time, more than a dozen girls from the audience ran up and surrounded Fu Chenxue and Dai Qing like swallows.

Asking for autographs, there was a scene in the bar.

Ye Rong did not move, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and watched Fu Chenxue and others return to the table.

As soon as everyone sat down, a woman came over, looked at Ye Rong, and asked: "Miss Ye, can I sit here?"

Ye Rong turned around and saw a beautiful face. The woman was tall, with silky hair easily pulled back behind her head. She was wearing an elegant purple evening dress that covered her exquisite and convex figure. Her breasts were full and firm, and her breasts were full and firm.

The legs are round and slender, the watery eyes are captivating, and under the feet are a pair of classical high-heeled shoes. The white feet are not wearing socks, so they are exposed to the air arrogantly - the elegant and lazy charm and indescribable charm are enough to make any man crazy.

! Beauty brings disaster to the country and the people, this is the truest portrayal of this woman. Ye Rong suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in her heart and asked: "How do you know my name? Have we met before?"

The woman stretched out her slender hands like green onions, handed over a delicate card, and said with a smile: "This is my business card - Miss Ye is a good dancer, she is so beautiful, and she is a frequent visitor to 'Begonia Night'"

, how can I open a bar if I don’t even know the names of the customers?”
Chapter completed!