The Queen of Gossip

Entering the hall, Su Wanqing felt as if she had entered another world.My mother once said, "Night Angels" are angels in the night. They use lights and music as wings and dance in the laughter of drunken prostitutes.

In X City, there has never been a place more drunk than the Night Angels Club.

There were no less than a few hundred people gathered in the hall, and at first glance, most of them were celebrities and nobles.The lights were chaotic, the music played, and her mother stood on the stage.

The ethereal and sad music drifted throughout the hall, shocking both body and mind.

Su Jiuge stood in the center of the stage. There were no gorgeous lights, no bright silhouettes, it was pitch black, and there was only a light beam of light in the center.

And the mother, wearing a moon-white long dress, long hair pulled high, two strands of curly hair hanging down from the temples, and a camellia inserted into the side bun.The beauty is full of style, elegant and enchanting.

With a smile on her face, Su Wanqing stood at the corner of the stage, looking at the stage with envy.Mom, is her pride.

Su Jiuge, the ace singer of "Night Angel", standing on the stage is like Lilith, the witch of the night, with endless charm.

As a daughter and the most loyal fan, Su Wanqing deeply knows that her mother is the most beautiful when she sings, especially when she is fully devoted.

Just like this moment.

Her voice was so ethereal and high-pitched, reminiscent of the legendary bird of thorns.

The thorn bird is flying all its life, looking for its own thorn.After finding it, pierce it into the chest, and then sing loudly, singing the absolute sound of life.

"When the heart beats, love and hate are tormenting, every minute, every second; the fire is burning, how good it is to burn to ashes, it is called missing, don't quarrel; I believe that I am about to forget you, and loneliness, reconcile..."

Su Wanqing closed her eyes, and the ethereal and high-pitched singing penetrated into the depths of her soul.This is one of my mother's favorite songs, "Torment".

She has always believed that the soul of the singer is in the music, and those who do not have a story cannot sing that pure and that emotion.

Su Wanqing had heard Li Jiawei's original version, she hated that MV video very much, and felt a little fussing about it.She really felt that her mother sang much better than the original.

The singer of the soul is never contrived.

Su Jiuge was on the stage, completely forgetting himself.She couldn't see the successful men in the audience, couldn't see those excited, peach-colored eyes, couldn't smell the wicked smell of hunting, and all her senses were concentrated in the emotion of music.

When the song ended, no one applauded.

In other words, everyone has simply forgotten to applaud.

Su Jiuge left the stage and went directly into the backstage box.

In "Night Angel", a pair of eagle-like eyes penetrated the revolving glass door, and followed Su Jiuge's back like a thorn.

Luo Mingxuan was sitting in the VIP box, opening a bottle of "Xiangbaidan" red wine. The pure fragrance of 80 years had already filled the room.

He is smiling, with a sapphire blue suit and silver-gray tie, graceful.

"Hi Feng, go and invite the lady who sang just now." Luo Mingxuan filled two crystal goblets with graceful movements like an aristocrat, "Her song is great, I want to invite her for a drink."

The waiter who was called Sifeng was very surprised: "But boss, the song just now was not very good, and no one applauded."

Luo Mingxuan smiled, like the most elegant emperor: "In a feasting nightclub, applause doesn't mean anything. The stripper girl will whistle when she stands on the stage without performing. Silent listening is the best compliment."