The whole world thinks I depend on my looks

Chapter 115 Su Jingtong Holds Back
Song Qingning's enchanting and charming dance ended and won 893 votes.

Barrage: "Why only 893 votes? How is it possible?"

"Isn't Qingning better at dancing than Yin Ling? Yin Ling has more than 900 votes!"

"Fu Chaoyan estimates 900+ votes, Song Qingning almost won't be in the top five!"

Song Qingning was also a little surprised by her vote count, but she calmly left the stage.

Now Su Mengxi, Yin Ling, and Jian Lie have 900 votes, and Song Qingning has 893 votes, 100% can enter the top five.

Fu Chaoyan hasn't performed yet, and now Leng Wei ranks fifth with 891 votes.

As long as Fu Chaoyan has more than 891 votes, he will have the chance to perform as a solo performer.

Both Fireworks and Weilan were frightened.

When the stage went dark, the big screen lit up first.

As if a movie was playing on the screen, the tram passed by, leaving Su Jingtong and Fu Chaoyan on the platform.

He goes south and the girl goes north.

The camera reverses to a classroom. The two are wearing school uniforms and passing notes in the classroom.

After class, we go to eat and play together, from school uniforms to wedding dresses.

The girl in the wedding dress had a clear smile, and her crystal eyes were full of expectations and yearning for the future life.

Pure campus love is sweet to look at.

The carefree campus life passed, and after getting married, it turned into trivial quarrels in life.

The original innocence is said to be childish, and the original possessiveness is said to be selfish.

After seeing this, many people's eyes were red.

All the way through wind and rain, but lost to firewood, rice, oil and salt.

How much helplessness in life?How cruel are reality and dreams?

Eventually the two were exhausted and separated.

Trams pass by, he goes south, she goes north.

Go further and further.

The microfilm ended here, and one side of the stage lit up.

Fu Chaoyan was wearing a light purple long-sleeved shirt, sitting on a park bench with a suitcase at his feet and blooming flowers behind him.

Her eyebrows are picturesque, her skin is whiter than snow, and her eyes, which are usually clear and shallow, seem to lose their light at this moment.

She sang softly: "Forget the first few days after separation, I like to watch the heavy rain alone.

Loneliness without contact is like a chain reaction, and there is no energy to be happy. "

On the other side of the stage, Su Jingtong in a gray suit looked like a professional elite.

But between his brows and eyes, there was helplessness that couldn't be resolved.

He was sitting on the sofa, the empty house was cold and there was no breath.

And on the wall behind him, the wedding photo was fixed by only one nail, and the photo frame was precarious.

Su Jingtong said in a deep and slightly hoarse voice: "Thunderstorm World is like a disaster movie, which makes me feel sorry for me now.

Sorry, no one has a time machine, it's over and there is no room for negotiation. "

The voices of both of them were full of touching sadness, and the people in the audience watched the performance on the stage with tears in their eyes.

"I hope you are my exclusive memory."

The chorus of the two is gentle and their voices match perfectly.

They stood up at the same time and looked at each other.

However, there are lights on both sides of the stage, and the darkness in the middle seems to be a thousand ravines.

The two looked at each other from a distance, but couldn't see each other.

In the final chorus, the two sang together, but one after the other, their voices were staggered.

It's like having you without me after separation.

We were never in sync.

Sad but damn good...

"I like you, it is my exclusive memory.

No one can take you from my body.

In the blocked area of ​​my feelings, I never say anything about you, there is no deadline. "

The two return to their original positions, and the camera finally freezes.

Fu Chaoyan's back was facing Su Jingtong's position, the tears in his eyes would not fall.

The audience cried together.

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After the two performed, Su Jingtong started coughing.

Xue Shuxuan took the stage to host and asked, "Is Jing Tong's cold still not healed?"

"I still have a little cough, but fortunately it didn't affect the performance just now." Su Jingtong actually felt a little guilty in his heart.

If he doesn't have a cold, he can perform better.

Can sing and dance, can rap, instead of just sitting and singing, and almost ruined the performance.

"If you like Fu Chaoyan's performance, please vote!"

After the voting ended, the number of votes was not announced immediately.

Xue Shuxuan first asked Fu Chaoyan: "Does Chaoyan feel that Jing Tong has dragged you down this time?"

After all, Su Jingtong's cold this time limited his performance too much.

(End of this chapter)