I am such a big daughter-in-law

Song Shou stood on the spot and smacked the words of the little idiot for a while, and suddenly a sentence popped up in his mind: This white tofu is sweet.Thinking about it, I felt that I was probably an idiot, why my mind was full of messy things, so I shook my head and went back to the house.

Ever since he found out about Fang Nai's isolation, Song Shou always took care of him at school, and occasionally met him in the cafeteria and would join him for dinner. I'm really fine."

"I didn't say you were busy, I just wanted to send you some work."

"What job?" Fang Nai was a little curious, and felt that it was rare for Song Shou to ask him for help, and it would be best if he could help.

"I heard you can play the piano?"

"Ah..." Fang Nai hesitated: "That... I haven't practiced for a long time." He didn't lie, since he broke up with Li Jiansheng, he never practiced the piano again, every time he passed by the piano room I can't help but think of the time when the two of them used to frolick inside, and there was always a nausea in my stomach, and now they have gone around.

"Then let's start practicing again."

Song Shou was usually unsmiling, and his words were too simple, always appearing fierce, Fang Nai couldn't help laughing: "Are you an order monitor?"

Song Shou frowned and reflected, but Fang Nai took a deep breath, as if making up his mind: "Okay!" It's time to start again.

After eating, Fang Nai was led by Song Shou and thrown into the sound effect team group of the Top Ten Singing Star Competition on campus. His vigorous efficiency convinced all the members scratching their heads. Year!

Regarding the song contest, from the stage to the outreach, except for the audition, he didn't bother to watch it. Song Shou participated in the whole process of the other links.While he was busy in the room, the little idiot seemed to come in.It seemed that it was because Song Shou knocked over the fruit plate at hand when he finished stretching, and then vaguely remembered that someone came in quietly in the afternoon, stood beside him for a while, and then went out.

He bent over and picked up a date, dusted it, chewed it and thought: After you've been busy for a while, let's go out with the little idiot, I haven't seen him for a long time.

On the night of the finals, Song Shou sat on the VIP seat and propped his chin, not paying attention to the singing of the contestants. His mind was full of: the lighting was ok, the transition was ok, the script of the host was ok, the placement of external advertisements was ok, and the live accompaniment was ok. …

He was using his brain too much and was a little nervous, thinking about whether to leave the stage secretly, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure jumping up and down on the stage: "Hi everyone! I am Yan Nian, the No. 14 contestant today!"

The ass that Song Shougang was about to lift suddenly weighed a thousand pounds, and he reached out and grabbed the vice president next to him: "What's going on?"

"Huh?" The vice president looked blank: "The finalists, the popularity of the audition is quite high."

"Why do students from other schools make it to the finals?"

"What other school?" The vice president was even more at a loss, looking through the roster of players in hand: "This is Yan Nian from the Department of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering."

Song Shou raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, exhausted: "Where does our school come from the Department of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering?!"

The vice president looked belatedly, frantically flipped through a wave of competition manuals, and reported a little frustrated: "I...we really didn't write that it must be from our school...but most people who go to other schools Participate in the singing competition! Crazy!"

The vice president fell silent under Song Shou's increasingly cold gaze, wishing he could bite his tongue on the spot and commit suicide, grabbing the roster and running backstage in shame and angrily to see if there were any fish that slipped through the net.

As soon as Song Shou looked up, Yan Nian had already recuperated his guitar and started singing. He was wearing a white sweater, like a natural curtain, changing colors with the light.The boy's slender ankles protruded from the edge of his jeans, and he tapped lightly on the ground.

he sings:

Icouldbestaringatsomebodynew

I should have changed someone else to stay with me

But stuck in my head is a picture of you

But my mind is full of your silhouette rising and falling

YouarethethunderIwastherain

You are Chunlei and I follow you like rain

I wanna know if I'll see you again

I wonder if we can meet again

......

Yan Nian's voice was beautiful, and it turned out that singing was even better.Song Shou sank in his seat and felt unable to move. He saw the little idiot playing the guitar and looked over, with a smile on his eyes and eyebrows. He smiled and sang:

I could put a little star dustin your eyes

May the stardust lightly enter your eyes

Putalittles sunshine in your life

Let your life glow with the warmth and warmth of the sun

Give me alittle hope, you'll feel the same

You and I awaken each other's hopes

And I wanna know if I'll see you again

How I long to meet you again

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I want to know, will you come with me?

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come with me

Will Isee you again

Can I still see you?

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Come and stay with me!