As promised, Xiao Xianrou, will you play the suona in the haunted house?

"She is a thirty-year-old woman who is not yet married."

"There are already a few ripples on her smiling face."

On the weekend under the pavilion, the chords are strummed and the singing is very lyrical.

It's obviously a very beautiful scene, but Zhan Ying's face twitches every time he sings a line on weekends.

This lyrics is really heartbreaking.

The helplessness of a thirty-year-old woman who cannot keep her youthful years was sung in just a few lines by the weekend.

The song was very beautiful, but when the audience in the live broadcast room saw Zhan Ying's face, they were all overjoyed.

"Hahaha, Zhan Ying is about to break the defense."

"This lyric is like a knife, stabbing Zhan Ying in the heart from time to time."

"I am not married at the age of thirty, and I have wrinkles at the corners of my eyes. If I am Zhan Ying, I will break my guard even when I hear such targeted words."

"It is very lethal and insulting. After the identification, there is no doubt that he is a black man on the weekend."

"Actually, the song is really nice, but I just want to laugh, hahaha!"

"No matter how funny it is, I won't laugh unless I can't help it~hahaha~"

In the Mushroom House, although everyone sympathized with Zhan Ying when he saw his defense broken, they were still slowly immersed in the weekend's singing.

"At thirty years old, the light and passion have been polished by the years."

"Isn't it true that one person's life is happier than two people's life?"

As they listened, everyone became quiet unconsciously.

Meng Yueyue stared blankly at Weekend holding the guitar, her body unconsciously swaying with his rhythm.

A faint melancholy slowly penetrated into everyone's hearts from the weekend's singing.

Thirty years old is an embarrassing age.

I dare not say that I am in my prime, nor can I say that I am old and have lost the vigor of youth, but I am not yet as old as the sunset.

Go for it, you can't beat real young people.

You have to rely on experience to survive, and you don’t have the rich experience of middle age.

Fall in love, you don’t have the courage to risk yourself.

Accept your fate? It’s far from time for the dust to settle.

"I like the gentleness unique to thirty years old."

"I know the loneliness in the middle of the night is unbearable."

"You said you were too busy at work."

"It has been thirty years before I knew it."

"Choose, rotate, you choose again and again."

Time flies, and the once high-spirited self seems to have been stunned for a moment, and time has been stolen. When I regain my consciousness, I realize that I am already thirty years old.

If you are unwilling, your ambition will be hard to achieve.

Zhan Ying didn't know when she was completely immersed in the singing of the weekend.

The lyrics that were too real made her eyes become unusually dazed.

"She is a thirty-year-old woman who is still in shape."

"Can such a woman retain a trace of her innocence?"

"But in this world, sometimes appearance is everything."

"But even a bright smile cannot withstand aging."

The light chords, combined with the deliberately low tone last weekend, were like cotton, stuck in my heart.

Although Meng Yueyue does not have the urgency of turning thirty yet, she can still feel a touch of helplessness from the weekend's singing.

In the live broadcast room, the audience listened and no longer wanted to laugh at Zhan Ying's defense.

"Stop singing, stop singing, I feel like crying. It will be my 30th birthday in one month."

"This weekend was absolutely heart-wrenching. Before I heard this song, I could have pretended not to know that I was nearly thirty, but after hearing this song, I couldn't even deceive myself." "Really. It’s so heartbreaking that I haven’t accomplished anything at the age of thirty.”

"This word is so discouraging. Even at the age of thirty, I am still picky, but I don't know that I have become the target of being picked on."

In the live broadcast room, there are many viewers in their thirties. They originally just wanted to find some sustenance in the live broadcast room after working hard every day. But who knew that this song on the weekend was like carrying an endless Galen? He fired a Q fiercely over their heads.

It’s really silent and critical.

Those who originally laughed at Zhan Ying for breaking his guard finally broke his guard during the weekend's singing.

"I hear the lonely sound of heels and your smile."

"You can just find someone to rely on."

"Then after the cold winter and before the hot summer, who will give you the love like spring?"

"After sunset, the most beautiful thing is that time has slipped away."

Mushroom house.

The singing on the weekend is like the mountain wind, not cold, but it makes people's hearts and minds ripple.

The air under the pavilion was extremely quiet.

Zhan Ying wiped the corners of his eyes, and at some point, a little moisture slipped from his eyes.

Kejie moved awkwardly, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Just like the lyrics say, after sunset, the most beautiful time has slipped away.

The biggest fear is that he will not be able to stay at the top. The once high-spirited eight-time champion has now become an abstract genius.

He never wanted to be an abstract genius again, but as he grew older, what he feared most was not the decline in computing power, but invincible courage.

"I'm too busy at work."

"Unconsciously, it has been thirty years."

"Choose, rotate, you choose again and again."

"Then after the cold winter and before the hot summer, who will give you the love like spring?"

"After sunset, the most beautiful thing is that time has slipped away."

When the weekend was sung for the last time, the sunset in the distance just set behind the mountains.

"After sunset, the most beautiful thing is that time has slipped away."

The golden afterglow of the sunset just fell on Weekend, and the scene of him holding the guitar seemed to be frozen at this moment.

Maybe many years later, people who watched this live broadcast will remember this scene deeply in their minds.

When the last note ended, the sunset just disappeared completely.

Quiet.

The entire mushroom house courtyard became silent.

"Sister Zhan Ying, why are you crying?"

Sister Zifeng is too old to fully understand the emotions in the song "Weekend", so she doesn't know why the corners of Zhan Ying's eyes are so wet.

"No, I didn't cry, it was just sand that got into my eyes."

Zhan Ying rubbed the corners of her eyes and said with a forced smile that sand getting into her eyes was her last stubbornness.

"The song is nice, but I don't want to listen to it a second time."

Zhan Ying glanced at the weekend with some resentment and said expressionlessly.

She never wanted to hear the murderous and heartbreaking song again in her life.

The audience in the live broadcast room became active again when they heard Zhan Ying's words.

"Haha, Zhan Ying completely broke his defense!!!"

"Why go to the damn weekend to shoot a movie instead of releasing a few more albums."

"Oh my god, I was so handsome when I was singing Zhengerbajing. Last time I was in Chengdu, this time I was a thirty-year-old woman. I like both of these songs so much!!!"

"It sounds so good!!!" (End of chapter)