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Chapter 17 Spring Rain Like Wine Willows Like Smoke

Looking at Guan Tongtong, who was smiling all over the country, Chen Ziang was a little dazed. In the photo, she was very quiet, elegant and refined.

But in reality, when she smiles, it is like a flower blooming, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it makes the world eclipse.

Because seeing her smile, even Chen Ziang, who has not yet broken free from the pain of losing love in his previous life, was moved.

It turns out that spring will always come again, and there is no eternal winter in the world.

Seeing Guan Tongtong's smile, Dai Shuai was also dumbfounded.

She has been very quiet in front of him, she doesn't talk much, let alone smile like that.

Heroes sympathize with each other?

Xueba loves Xueba?
The problem is, Chen Ziang is a fake academic master, not what he pretends to be.

This is awkward.

The acting commander-in-chief was embarrassed for Chen Ziang, and also for himself.

"Ah, can play musical instruments? It's amazing. I can play the guitar. Others are the piano and the violin. I learned it randomly in music class." Chen Ziang was fascinated, but he recovered quickly. After all, he had seen it in his previous life." The world", how can you be fascinated by a little girl who has not yet fully grown up.

The little girl of **** is actually not the most attractive.

On the contrary, it has been developed, and the femininity emanating from every gesture is the most attractive to men.

"I heard that you sing very well and you can write songs, right?" At some point, the three of them pushed their bicycles down the mountain, and Guan Tongtong talked a lot with Chen Ziang on the way.

Chen Ziang just wanted to kick the handsome Dai who pushed his bicycle with his head bowed. Your sister, can you stop deifying me.

The Dai Shuai was ashamed. He really overplayed Chen Ziang before.

So yesterday he begged Chen Ziang to come here, but he didn't dare to mention this matter. If he really mentioned it, he was sure that Chen Ziang would not come here even if he was beaten to death.

"Don't listen to his nonsense... Well, there are many people who sing well. Writing a song is actually not difficult, but it is difficult to write a good song." Chen Ziang replied quite well.

Guan Tongtong's eyes lit up, he didn't see anything, and begged generously: "Sing a song, by the way, have you ever written a song about West Lake, West Lake is so beautiful."

Before Chen Ziang could react, the acting commander was already sweating profusely for Chen Ziang, trying to run away covering his face.

"This hole is so big." Chen Ziang didn't respond to Guan Tongtong's words, but made such a sentence inexplicably, which made Guan Tongtong look puzzled.

Dai Shuai wiped his sweat, and was quick to talk, cheating others and cheating himself.

"A few words, Dai Shuai said that your singing is no worse than a professional singer." Guan Tongtong didn't have the airs of a big lady at all, just like the little girl next door, which was different from what he imagined.

"Wait, look at the four trees at the bottom of the mountain. Does the open space in the middle look like a heart?" Chen Ziang suddenly stopped, pointing at the bottom of the mountain and asked in surprise.

"Where is there?" Guan Tongtong followed Chen Ziang's fingers like a curious baby.

Chen Ziang immediately took advantage of this period to kick Dai Shuai.

Dai Shuai endured it abruptly, with a bitter expression on his face.

"It really is a heart, but the poet's eyes are different." Guan Tongtong admired, and she saw it too.

Chen Ziang panted, looking at Dai Shuai as if he could kill someone.

Nima, why did I become a poet again?
Dai Shuai wants to kneel down to Guan Tongtong right now, big sister, let's not talk about Chen Ziang, okay, I was wrong.

I thought Guan Tongtong was being diverted from the topic, but Dai Shuai underestimated her, and she quickly switched back to the topic: "Student Chen Ziang, sing a song, your voice is so beautiful, you must sing very well."

Chen Ziang no longer refused, nodded and said, "Then I'm making a fool of myself, just don't frighten you."

Guan Tongtong's eyes lit up, she stared at Chen Ziang, her eyes were like the water of West Lake.

Pushing the bicycle with one hand, Chen Ziang opened his mouth, saw Guan Tongtong staring at him intently, scratching the back of his head with the other hand, and said embarrassedly, "If you look at me, I won't be able to sing."

This little girl is really eye-catching.

Guan Tongtong turned her head away and said softly, "Then I won't watch it, you can sing."

Chen Ziang took the opportunity to kick Dai Shuai again.

Dai Shuai had a mournful face.

"Ah...ah..."

The vicissitudes of singing came from Chen Ziang's mouth, and Dai Shuai's eyes widened.

Why haven't I heard this tune.

Guan Tongtong couldn't help but turned around, her pretty face was slightly surprised, her small mouth was slightly opened.

Why doesn't this voice sound like that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy?

Seeing Guan Tongtong's reaction, Dai Shuai finally showed a smile on his face and heaved a sigh of relief.

"This... why are you turning around?" Chen Ziang wanted to continue singing, but when he saw Guan Tongtong turned to look at him again, he held back.

Guan Tongtong was a little embarrassed, and continued to turn his head away. The three of them walked slowly along the mountain road.

"Ah...ah..."

Chen Ziang started from the beginning, and then.

"The beauty of the West Lake in March, my God,
Spring rain is like wine and willows are like smoke. "

Dai Shuai was dumbfounded.

Why haven't I heard such a song before?

but.

It's really nice.

Guan Tongtong couldn't help turning his head again, but he immediately turned back as if he realized that he had done something wrong.

The vicissitudes of singing passed, followed by soft, somewhat softening singing.

"It is fate to meet thousands of miles away,

It's hard to hold hands without fate. "

Guan Tongtong couldn't help raising her head again, looking at Chen Ziang.

The voice can change.

Dai Shuai was stunned for a long time.

New song, definitely new song.

This guy has already written it, or did he explode when he saw a peerless beauty?
This time Guan Tongtong looked directly at Chen Ziang, and Chen Ziang no longer avoided it, and even looked at her with soft eyes, full of tenderness.

Only singing with soul can give life to music.

Guan Tongtong was startled by Chen Ziang's singing voice and eyes and turned her head, a little flustered, she was just a child.

"Ten years of repairing the same boat,

After a hundred years of cultivation, we can sleep together. "

Guan Tongtong was a little fascinated, the singing voice is really good, and the lyrics are even better.

"If there is good fortune in thousands of years,

The white head is concentric in front of your eyes. "

After singing, Chen Zi'ang continued to push the bicycle without saying a word.

Guan Tongtong didn't speak, but lowered her head.

Dai Shuai opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but didn't dare to break the silence.

quite a while.

"It sounds good!" Guan Tongtong finally spoke, and the way he looked at Chen Ziang changed slightly.

The acting commander-in-chief immediately asked Chen Ziang, "What's the name of this song?"

Chen Ziang said calmly, "It's called "The Beautiful View of West Lake"."

The commander-in-chief didn't dare to ask too many questions, for fear of being exposed in front of Guan Tongtong. What kind of buddy did he say, and he didn't even know the buddy's new song?

"The beauty of the West Lake..." Guan Tongtong was muttering, and suddenly raised his head to ask Chen Ziang, "Is the West Lake in January still far from the most beautiful? The beauty of the West Lake is in March. Spring rain is like wine, and willows are like smoke."

Chen Ziang was noncommittal, and said: "Some people look at the scenery, whether the scenery is beautiful or not, mainly depends on who is with them... just like some people like spring, some people like autumn... turnips and vegetables have their own preferences, right? .”

Guan Tongtong looked at the West Lake in the distance below the mountain. There were many figures on the white embankment. There were a few boats floating in the lake. There were mountains, water and people. The picture was so beautiful to her at this moment.

"When is the West Lake you like the most?" She asked Chen Ziang, her eyes blinking with a strange light.

(End of this chapter)