Pippi God of Longing for Life

　　The chopsticks in his hand tapped, 'Doraimi sends Sora Kita'.

　　Tong Liya's eyes lit up, and she said, "I can do this. If I can't get along in the future, I can go to the street to perform!"

　　As soon as the black line hangs, He Li is too lazy to pay attention to her, a good and beautiful girl, who is full of brains by begging for money?

　　"Are you going to sing?"

　　He Li said, "Just play and listen."

　　The audience is interested, and the behind-the-scenes staff are also watching. He Li is going to sing again!

　　And still use such a strange instrument hey!

　　Don't miss it when you pass by!

　　After coughing twice, He Li moved his chopsticks and sang: "There are so many bamboo boards, we won't praise anything else! Praise... No, wrong singing..."

　　If you don't have skin for a while, you'll feel sick all over!

　　Tong Liya didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

　　He Li sang again: "Cool wind has sex, Qiuyue has no 097 side. Losing me Sijiao's emotions is like living a life like a year...not right..."

　　Do you know that human patience is limited?

　　Tong Liya couldn't control her fingers and wanted to touch the kitchen knife.

　　"What are these, can you sing a good song!"

　　He Li nodded and said, "Yes! Sing a catchy song for you all!"

　　Okay, with her fingers back, Yaya said, "Sing well, I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

　　"It's about to start, get ready!"

　　He Li became serious and said, "This is a song about love, prepare for—"

　　The audience suddenly felt deja vu when they saw this. This is a format that praises XX. It seems that I have seen it before...

　　Isn't it time to grill chicken wings!

　　Finished calf, this is about to start again!

　　The prelude has already sounded, and the singing has already floated out.

　　"I want to take you to an Internet cafe to steal headphones

　　Then steal the keyboard and the host together

　　I actually really like the monitor

　　And the front router

　　You have to carry a computer weighing more than [-] pounds

　　Carrying it all the way from Shanghai to Begin

　　The strength that goes to Yunnan still can't be sold

　　Put it back in the Internet cafe~"

　　Tong Liya: Where is my knife! ! !

　　(PS: What the hell is a blade, calm down you guys!).

Chapter 132: The Mouthful Sparrow (2 more)

　　After the song was sung, He Li said sternly, "How is it, didn't I lie to you? Praise love, it's catchy! Just ask who else can write such a profound song as me!"

　　Tong Liya's hand had already touched the handle of the knife, but her voice was calm and she asked, "Do you know that there is a kind of person who is a goldfish?"

　　He Li said strangely: "Goldfish man? What is that?"

　　Tong Liya said, "No matter what happened ahead, even if he was threatened by a kitchen knife a minute ago, he will never remember it a minute later. Do you remember it now?"

　　Well…

　　Threatened by a kitchen knife a minute ago, as if... it was me?

　　He Li suddenly found that a kitchen knife had appeared in Tong Liya's hand, and cold sweat flowed down at that time.

　　"Please organize to give me another chance! One last time!!"

　　Tong Liya's eyes are about to roll to the sky, she has never seen this type of person, and he won't come to you until the last minute.

　　At this moment, the hearts of Yaya and the audience are connected together, and they are combined into one sentence.

　　'What ghost song is this singing, believe it or not, I will report you to the police uncle! '

　　He Li pulled the corner of his mouth and coughed twice.

　　Suddenly not knowing what to sing, He Li looked around.

　　Tong Liya frowned and said, "what are you looking at? Sing now!"

　　"Uh, singing also needs inspiration. I'm not looking for it."

　　Oh.

　　Hearing this, Tong Liya became quiet. She thought she didn't understand this kind of artist thing anyway.

　　But what she didn't know was that because He Li could sing too many songs, he didn't know which one to sing at once.

　　The weather has gradually warmed up, the summer in the south comes early, and the sun starts to have temperature.

　　A sparrow landed on a wooden pole outside.

　　He Li's mouth twitched, and the chopsticks moved.

　　The prelude of ding ding dong sounded.

　　At this time, there were two girls outside the yard who were about to knock on the door, and their hands stopped when they heard the music.

　　A short-haired man whispered, "Is someone going to sing~"?"

　　The other also whispered: "Well, yes. This prelude is nice and crisp, what kind of instrument is this?"

　　"I don't know, shhh, started singing."

　　"The sparrow outside the window, murmuring on the pole

　　You say this, it feels like summer

　　Pencil in hand, back and forth on paper I use a few lines to describe who you are to me

　　The taste of saury, the cat and you both want to know the scent of first love, so we find the warm sunshine, like freshly picked bright strawberries, you say you are reluctant to eat this feeling. "

　　Early summer, daytime.

　　The young man sat in the breezy courtyard, lazily hitting the bowl with his chopsticks, and singing a song from his youthful memory.

　　Many things may be forgotten, including the people you loved when you were young.

　　First things, things said, promises made.

　　Then blurred is her appearance, the clothes she wears, and her voice.

　　But there are some things that will never be forgotten. Human memory is a fragmented impression memory.

　　Such as the smell, a big smile, or tears in the corners of your eyes.

　　Also, the singing.

　　We all like someone in the past, but in the future we can only find her from memory.

　　Speaking like this, I feel a little melancholy under the crotch... "It rained all night, my love overflowed like the leaves of the rainy yard, and a few words of right and wrong with my thoughts can't cool my enthusiasm for you. on every page of my poems."

　　At the gate of the courtyard, the two girls couldn't help it.

　　"It sounds really good..."

　　"It's like a poem."

　　"Open the door a little, I want to see who it is~"

　　"Push it away, come on, it's He Li!"

　　"Where is it, wow, it's so beautiful..."

　　Looking through the crack of the opened door, a boy under the pergola crossed Erlang's legs and knocked with chopsticks.

　　A girl next to him tilted her head and looked at him.

　　The beauty is like an ink painting that you can't describe.

　　"That plump ear of rice, happy this season and your cheeks like ripe tomatoes in the field, you suddenly said to me

　　Qilixiang's name is beautiful, but I just want to kiss your stubborn mouth

　　windowsill butterfly

　　Like the beautiful chapters in the poem, I continue to write

　　Write love you forever into the end of the poem You are the only thing I want to know. "It's over.

　　No one spoke, and even breathing was deliberately controlled.

　　He Li threw the chopsticks away and stretched.

　　Just now I actually became sentimental, and it seems that this kind of song is still very charming.

　　For his life, the reason why memories become memories is that there is no need to remember them.

　　Ah, let the past go with the wind~

　　He Li stretched out his hand and waved it twice in front of Tong Liya's eyes, and said, "Classmate, wake up, get out of class is over!"

　　Tong Liya's angry little tiger teeth came out, this person is so annoying!

　　I'm still immersed in the world created by the song, can't you wait for me to recover by myself!

　　He Li's words awakened the other audience members, and the staff or the audience were discussing at this time.

　　".ˇ This is another good song, no doubt about it!"

　　"You seem to be talking nonsense."

　　"Why do I have another one, this is the same improvisation made by He Daxian?"