Please Put on Your Vest, Madam

Lu Qingyi picked up the microphone, her expression was light.

Someone underneath turned on the flashlight and waved his hands constantly. Lu Qingyi's indifferent expression suddenly changed. She looked at the light and suddenly felt uncomfortable in her heart.

"Don't let go if you can hold it tightly, don't pull if you can hug it, time is rushing through, what's left. Forgive the twists and turns, what is left is true, even if it seems half awake , Happy laughing and crying.

Who let it, time is something that catches people off guard, when it’s sunny, there is wind and overcast, and sometimes rain, I can’t compete with the day and night, and I am thinking about the past. I stole the blue silk but keeps you. The years are a journey that goes back and forth. Okay. The bad things are the scenery, don’t blame me for being greedy but I just don’t want to wake up..."

Lu Qingqing slowly raised the microphone to his lips, her voice was crisp and loud, and the singing slowly flowed from her mouth.

Good to hear.

Class 20 students stayed in the air while waving their mobile phones, forgetting to wave their hands.

One song passed quickly, and the students in Class 20 hadn't fully recovered, and even the applause had forgotten to drum.

"My God, is there anything Sister Qing can't do?"

Applause suddenly sounded, and someone couldn't help but screamed.

The singing is so beautiful.

"listen well."

"I can't think of any adjectives besides being nice."

"Too much love."

"With my style, I really like it too much."

"God, don't you say that I haven't noticed yet, Sister Qing's singing sounds like Yiyi."

"Ahhhhh, so much love, so much love."

"..."

Lu Qingyi slowly put down the microphone, and she returned to her seat without feeling too high.

She hasn't sang for about five years, she feels unworthy.

"Sister Qing, are you Yi Yi's idol?"

Luo Jia asked, her face curious.

Yi Yi is a very popular singer five years ago. He became popular on the Internet by relying on a song, and he also collaborated with June.

The piano music of her music is from June.

Oh, Lu Qingyi is June. Luo Jia suddenly thought of this question, and she patted her forehead violently.

It's a bit too stupid.

"I am not, she is not worthy."

Lu Qingyi pretended to carelessly took out the phone, her fingertips trembled a little.

Yes, she is not worthy.

At the concert five years ago, the atmosphere was the same as it is today. Someone turned on a flashlight and shook their mobile phone, while some others waved a light stick, and there were shouts and cheers.

A sudden fire ended the lives of many people, and the scene was also in a mess. Lu Qingyi felt flustered when he thought of the concert.

She is not afraid of death, but with so many innocent lives dying in front of her, her heart is trembling.

Died because of her.

"The fire wasn't her fault, she apologized. She is really kind, and it has been gone for so long now, and we all miss her so much."

Luo Jia sighed lightly. Many people had heard of the fire, and it was already in the news.

The fire is not all wrong. I heard that she was also injured in the fire. She also sent money to comfort family members who had the accident. She specially invited someone to take care of the injured.

Some things are really unavoidable, and Yiyi doesn't want such accidents to happen. Although many people resented Yiyi during that time, they were relieved later.

A good concert has become like this, and Yiyi certainly does not want to see it. She herself is innocent.

Her kindness is well known.

"She is not innocent at all."

Lu Qingyi was a little irritable, her fingers pressed lightly on the tabletop.

Yes, she is not innocent at all.

Many people think it is an accident, but only she knows that it is not an accident. All the fault lies with her.

Everyone knows that June and Yiyi are the best partners, but no one knows that June and Yiyi are the same person.

Yes, she is Yi Yi.

It may be too arrogant, she took it lightly. When she was a singer Yi Yi, a rich second generation always wanted her to take off her mask, but she indifferently refused.

At that time, I was young, only 14 years old, and I didn't understand many things, so I rejected the rich second generation many times.

She never thought that the rich second generation would do such a radical behavior, and that day's fire would be caught off guard.

There are still burn marks on her shoulders.

Later, she personally killed the rich second generation. That was the first time she killed someone. When her hands were covered with blood, she panicked and was scared like never before.

Because of her blank identity, she escaped the police chase.

"Sister Qing, what happened between you and Yi Yi? How do I feel that you hate her so much?"

Luo Jia reached out to grab Lu Qingyi's arm, and she asked suspiciously.

It shouldn't be, two people who used to be so good.

The background of every song of Yi Yi is the piano music played in June. Although they have never seen June, they also know that June and Yi Yi are inseparable.

Lu Qingyi chuckled, "I don't hate her."

She hates only herself, she is the only thing she hates, there is not much difference.

"then you……"

"I won't mention the previous things."

Lu Qingyi took out the phone and unlocked it, she said casually.

Everything is over, and it is meaningless to mention it again.

Maybe many people have forgotten it, but she still has a deep memory.

Luo Jia still had a lot of reasons in her heart, but she did not ask.

Lu Qingyi didn't want to speak, she couldn't open Lu Qingyi's mouth.

The activities proceeded normally, and no one noticed the grief in Lu Qingyi's eyes.

"Sister Qing, do what you say still count? It's the undergraduates who treat you to dinner."

The event was drawing to a close, and a boy yelled with a microphone.

"count."

Lu Qingyi nodded.

She has never liked to go back on what she said, unless the circumstances are special, and it doesn't matter whether she is present or not for the dinner party, and the money is in place.

"Sister Qing, I want to say something to you. You don't need to respond. Of course, I don't deserve your response. That is, Lu Qingyi, I like you."

The boy was holding the microphone, and he spoke very loudly, almost roaring.

Lu Qingyi is too good, and he has a boyfriend, he can't climb high, but he still wants to say what is buried in his heart.

After graduation, I don't want to leave any regrets for myself.

Lu Qingyi: "..."

Lu Qingyi paused with the hand of the mobile phone, and she raised her eyes carelessly. There was no extra emotion in her eyes, and she was particularly calm.

Yes, it is calm.

"Sister Qing, I like you too."

"Count me one, count me one."

"I like you very much too."

"..."

The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds, and the boys in the class began to shout.