Qing Yu Ruoyou

"Qingyu, have you decided what song to sing?" Seeing that the two seemed to have nothing to say, Ruoyou asked, and the second he spoke, he looked at the two with a hint of loneliness in his eyes. Emotions flashed by.He didn't like the feeling that he was a superfluous person—he was chatting, which was obviously a very simple topic, but he couldn't get in because he had no shared memories.That would give him an illusion that Qing Yu was clearly in front of him, but it made him feel far away from him.

"Yeah. Just sing... "Fortunately You Didn't Leave"." While speaking, He Qingyu turned his head and stared at Ruoyou steadfastly, with warmth in his eyes.But soon he turned his head away, and his tone was normal, as if the warmth was just an illusion: "But the tone of the latter part is a bit high, I'm afraid I can't control it well."

There was a hint of a smile in Ruoyou's eyes—he knew that the warmth was not an illusion, and the so-called song title was nothing more than outdated comfort.He slightly hooked his lips: "You can."

Mo Qi stood aside, at this time he was more like an extra person, obviously standing together in this music room, but he was like an outsider who had strayed into someone else's world by mistake, all he could do was leave in embarrassment.

He lowered his head slightly, the original decision may have been wrong.

"I will try my best. But I will not change this song." The title of this song can also be used as a commemoration.Turning his gaze to the side, he immediately turned around - commemorating the past for the present, commemorating the present for the future, and commemorating Mo Qi for Ruoyou.

"I thought I had already missed my tomorrow

trapped in this winter night

face the world alone

Suddenly the whole city

snowflakes

gradually submerged

this long street

I thought I had already lost everything

until I meet you

give me another world

No matter how dangerous the road ahead is

Even if fate is fickle..."

"Wait, it's lowered here." Mo Qi said suddenly, shaking a small box-like thing that he didn't know when he came from in his hand: "The sound tester can detect your mistakes in tuning, whether it is too fast or too fast. Too slow, too high, too low, etc. The first few sentences just now are very good, but the last sentence is not high enough."

"That's it. It's really convenient to test it." He Qingyu reached out and stroked his throat: "It really doesn't work."

"Practice more." Ruoyou handed over a glass of water: "Moisturize your throat." After a pause, he looked away a little, as if he was thinking about something: "I remember a saying among human beings—success doesn't happen overnight .”

"Do you have this sentence?" He Qingyu took a sip of the water: "But it does make sense."

Although he doesn't know much about things in the human world, he has frantically made up the language in order to avoid language barriers, so he still understands most of the meanings of idioms in Chinese.

Mo Qi stood quietly, and he found that the current Yu was both very familiar and strange to him, but the strangeness was much greater than the familiarity.As for the former Yu, he has already missed it.

If you miss it, turning around and cherishing it is already a thing of the past.Just like him and Yu, just like Yu and Ruoyou.

"Based on the basis just now, can the voice be sung higher?" Relieved, he asked.Even he himself didn't expect that his heart was already full of emotions, and his voice was so calm when he asked the question.

"Sing higher?" He Qingyu took another sip of water: "I will try my best."

After all, his voice itself is not suitable for singing high-pitched, and although the previous few sentences are not high-pitched, they are not low-pitched either.Singing also requires strength. It is somewhat difficult to sing well in the front while raising the key in the back.

But even so, he would not change the song.Do what you decide, and don't look back until the end, this is He Qingyu's stubbornness.

The singing began again.