Fast-passing host super cold

Chapter 489 The Sound of Nature (18)

The most convenient candidate is Bo Yao in front of him.

Bo Yao was slightly stunned, but still nodded subconsciously: "Yes."

"Then listen to me play the guitar." Qing Zhou raised the guitar in his hand.

Bo Yao: "?"

The boy didn't express any doubts, but pursed his lower lip and said in a low voice, "Okay."

In order to avoid disturbing others, Qingzhou and Bo Yao walked around to the firewood room at the back of the house, squatted on a small stool, closed the door and turned on the dim small chandelier.

Although Qing Zhou had never performed in front of other people, she did not show any timidity, and she did not panic at all. When she plucked the strings with her fingertips, a few tones were leaked, and then she began to play officially.

Qing Zhou played a piece composed by the original owner himself. It was a little love song with a simple tune. The chords were relatively simple, but it was catchy.

It is so catchy that a beginner like Qingzhou can sing it.

After the song was closed, the boy's face had returned to his usual calmness. He hesitated for a moment after looking at Qingzhou, and then asked, "Do you have to sing?"

Qing Zhou: "...?"

"No, I mean, um... your guitar sounds good, and your song sounds good too. But, it would be better if you write songs for others to sing?" Bao Yao was cautious, not knowing what language to use. Don't irritate the girl in front of me who obviously has music dreams.

Qing Zhou: "..."

"Is it bad?" She thought she sang okay.

"Not really?" Bo Yao couldn't tell, her voice was actually very nice, especially when she sang with a soft tone, it was the kind of tone that no one would hate.

It's just that when singing—especially when the tune turns, there is a very awkward and blunt feeling, and what I have to say is like a robot, without emotion.

"Well, it's just that the feelings are not in place?" Bao Yao felt that what he said was very euphemistic.

The girl was silent for a moment, then lowered her head slightly.

From Bo Yao's point of view, he couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, but the quietness of the atmosphere made his heart skip a beat, and he hurriedly explained and added: "I think you can find a professional teacher to teach you about vocalization and turning, Emotions are such an abstract thing.”

In fact, Bo Yao didn't know anything about music, his only knowledge came from the few music lessons he had taken since childhood.

But he was talking nonsense as if he had just faced the program group.

But Qing Zhou seemed to have listened, and nodded: "Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"……No trouble."

Bo Yao felt a little guilty.

In order to cover up his guilty conscience, he changed the topic after a short pause: "Aren't you sleepy? Aren't you going to... well, record a show tomorrow."

"It's okay." Qing Zhou plucked the strings slowly, and after answering casually, he looked up at him, "Are you sleepy?"

Although it was a question, her tone was as calm as a statement, as if she had already determined that his answer would be yes.

Bo Yao was indeed a little sleepy, or in other words, he was already sleepy when he came out of Mrs. Bao's room before that, but at this moment he didn't want to say that he was sleepy - because he knew very well that if he went to sleep now , going back to school tomorrow morning, then his life will never intersect with the girl in front of him.

So he opened his bloodshot eyes and said in a low voice but stubbornly: "I'm not sleepy either."

He couldn't express how he felt.

like?Maybe there is, but this feeling is too easy and too frivolous, he can't be sure.

But he knew in his heart that he had longings for her, or her original life, and he wanted his younger siblings to become people like her in the future.

The flamboyant can turn anyone down.

Don't look at other people's winks.

(End of this chapter)