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Chapter 29: Chapter 29
The song "The Sound of Falling Rain" is the title song of Hanqiao KTV. As a Maiba, Hanqiao's most outstanding achievement is that he successfully used this song to cry his ex-girlfriend.
Han Qiao brewed his emotions.

"The sound of falling rain is like a song."

"Who knows that Yingruan Yue dares to listen."

Han Qiao's voice is still a little immature, but this song is more about the resonance of the chest and head, so the sound comes out with its own reverberation.

Both Fan Bingbing and Jia Jingwen were stunned. They had never heard this song before, but the sadness revealed in the singing made their hearts tighten.

The melody of this song is just like the title of the song, rainy day, listening to the sound of the rain alone, with a charming poignant beauty, as a love song, it does not have heartbreaking pain, but like a needle piercing into the heart .

"A man is alone like a bird with a broken wing."

"It's Ruan's order for Fei Mei to say that."

Han Qiao thought of his previous life. At that time, he was [-] years old and had nothing to do. Girls who had broken up with him could gather two tables of mahjong.

But when we meet again, there will still be regrets.

After a song, Han Qiao raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He really felt like saying goodbye in this song.

"It sounds good, Brother Han, who sang this song, why have I never heard it before." Fan Bingbing clapped her hands excitedly.

Han Qiao smiled: "This song is called the sound of falling rain, and it is a song by Jiang Hui, the queen of Taiwanese."

"This song is really nice." Jia Jingwen looked at Wu Jing with a twinkle in her eyes.

After Han Qiao sang the song, feeling depressed, he walked up to Wu Jing and sipped a drink.

Wu Jing felt itchy in her heart, and also went up to grab the wheat.

"Han Qiao, are you singing this song on purpose?" A gentle female voice came from beside her,

Yu Feihong sat in the dim light, her eyes were red.

Han Qiao looked at the wine on the counter. In such a short time, she drank six bottles of beer by herself.

Yu Feihong was born in 1971 and is now 28 years old. Last year, she became famous because of "Holding Hands". She has been a beauty since she was a child. Her beauty is not frivolous.

But her relationship is not as bright as a star. When she was reborn in her previous life, she never heard of getting married, and she was always alone.

"Mr. Yu, do you think rainy days are beautiful?" Han Qiao took a sip of his wine.

Yu Feihong was depressed when she heard the words, the rainy day is beautiful, but the sky will eventually clear up, the past will always pass.

The wheat competition on stage ended with Jia Jingwen voluntarily withdrawing. Fan Bingbing leaned his head in front of Wu Jing, watched Wu Jing skilfully scroll through the songs he knew, and clicked on a song he was familiar with.

The familiar accompaniment sounded, and Wu Jing clenched the microphone tightly, shaking her body with the rhythm.

"Arise, you who will not be slaves, take our flesh and blood..."

"Hahaha." Fan Bingbing laughed and burst into tears, Wu Jing sang full of energy, but nine out of ten words were out of tune.

Han Qiao also laughed out loud. In his previous life, he had heard Wu Jing sing on the Internet, and it was a magical sound. He did not expect that Wu Jing's singing level was still so stable 20 years ago.

With this song, everyone's atmosphere is warmed up.

Fan Bingbing can be called a hot spot expert, he went to the stage and forced Yu Feihong to sing, and Yu Feihong sang a love song on the radio.

This song Mo Wenwei was released in 1997. In the past two years, it has become popular all over the country. Every KTV can hear someone singing this song.

Yu Feihong's voice is very gentle, very similar to her own temperament, she has the feeling of a close sister.

After a song, Han Qiao applauded.

Fan Bingbing is a little lunatic, and he pulled Jia Jingwen and Wu Jing to sing together, and even picked some love songs, watching the excitement without fear of trouble.

Han Qiao covered his face, so he might score a couple. After all, he stayed on the set for several months, and he was surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women. The pressure was high, and it was easy to misfire.

Five people are noisy, twelve o'clock in the evening.

Han Qiao held Fan Bingbing with his left hand and Yu Feihong with his right hand, feeling a lot of pressure.

As for Wu Jing, Jia Jingwen lay on her body, making Wu Jing blush.

These two women drank too much, especially Yu Feihong, who drank nine bottles of beer alone, while Fan Bingbing didn't have that much, but she didn't drink so much, and when she was drunk, she made a lot of noise, grabbed Han Qiao's ears, and Pinched Han Qiao's waist.

Han Qiao was very annoyed, but fortunately, Yu Feihong put his head on Han Qiao's shoulder, took a shallow breath, and kept quiet.

Back to the hotel.

Yu Feihong lived upstairs, Han Qiao first sent Fan Bingbing back to the room, and then helped Yu Feihong back to the room.

In the elevator, Han Qiao looked at Yu Feihong. This woman had a blushing face. Her white skin was like a peach. The breath is intoxicating.

Han Qiao took out Yu Feihong's room card, let Yu Feihong lie on the bed, and took a deep breath, it was a real pain.

Han Qiao only turned on the bedside lamp, ready to go out.

"Water, water." Yu Feihong murmured tenderly on the bed.

Han Qiao had no choice but to mix warm water with a cup and brought it to the bed.

"Teacher Yu, the water is here." Han Qiao called softly.

Yu Feihong's eyes were sleepy, she opened her eyes and saw Han Qiao, and smiled bitterly: "Han...Han Qiao, do you think I'm very useless?"

This question confused Han Qiao, and he only saw Yu Feihong three times: "No, come and drink some water, get a good sleep, tomorrow will be sunny."

Yu Feihong's eyes were red again, and she covered the quilt and cried.

Han Qiao put down the water glass, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Teacher Yu, how about I sing for you?"

Yu Feihong was buried under the quilt, only showing her watery eyes.

Han Qiao coughed softly, and sang shallowly: "I can't help you predict whether humiliation will be useful, but how much I don't want to let go of my friend's love..."

Han Qiao squatted beside the bed, his voice was very gentle, singing this song "Happy Breakup" really felt a little healing.

After the song was sung, the room was quiet and the bedside lamp was dim. Yu Feihong stared blankly at Han Qiao, the atmosphere was awkward and ambiguous.

After a long time, Yu Feihong asked softly, "What's the name of this song?"

"Happy breakup!" Han Qiao avoided Yu Feihong's eyes. The two of them looked at each other for a long time, and they would have the illusion of kissing. Especially after being drunk, Han Qiao felt like a fire was burning in his body.

"It sounds so good." Yu Feihong tore off the quilt, her hair sticking mischievously to her collarbone after sweating, her white dress was messy, Han Qiao avoided her eyes, and when she looked at it from this angle, the twigs were bearing ripe fruits.

Han Qiao didn't say goodbye, and Yu Feihong didn't say anything to let him go.

The two of them stayed in silence. After a long time, Han Qiao stood up. After squatting for a long time, his legs became numb, he couldn't stand upright, and fell on the bed.

Yu Feihong exclaimed and supported Han Qiao with her hands.

The warm body temperature was still so hot even through the clothes. Han Qiao looked at Yu Feihong and kissed the indescribable, cool feeling penetrated into his heart, sweet.

Yu Feihong's eyes widened, her fiery masculinity made her dizzy, and her stiff body lost strength in the fierce kiss.

Yu Feihong hugged the latter's broad back tightly, her eyes blurred.

Han Qiao wanted to go further, Yu Feihong held down that annoying hand, panting heavily: "Han Qiao, don't."

Han Qiao was stunned, sniffing the fragrance, got up from the bed, turned his back to Yu Feihong: "Mr. Yu, I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean it."

Yu Feihong covered herself with a quilt and held Han Qiao's hand: "Thank you Han Qiao, I like your song very much."

"Today we are all drunk and got on our heads, you will understand right?" Yu Feihong's voice was gentle.

Han Qiao nodded. He was out of control. He was so lonely in this world. When he met Yu Feihong, whom he liked very much in his previous life, he couldn't help but want to hold it in his hands.

"Teacher Yu, go to bed early." Han Qiao withdrew his hand from the softness.

Yu Feihong didn't let go, she pulled Han Qiao hard.

"Don't go anywhere, just stay here with me."

Yu Feihong traced Han Qiao's brows with her fingers, and the two songs sang into her heart. Maybe the lost people are connected with each other, and they both feel the fragility of their hearts.

Han Qiao took off his shoes, lay on the bed, embraced Yu Feihong, and subconsciously caressed her proud curves.

Yu Feihong didn't stop her, she nestled her head against Han Qiao's chest, closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Hearing his soft breathing, Han Qiao suddenly had the idea of ​​buying a house.

(End of this chapter)