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    Besides, excluding the three years when he lost his memory, the most grand singing occasion he has ever faced was five or six people in a small KTV box.Facing the bar this time, was actually quite nervous.

    It was fine before.

    This nervousness seems to have started after sending Cen Si the location yesterday.

    Jiang Shiye left in a logical manner, went directly to Qingjiang Wharf, sat on the unmanned embankment steps, let the sound of the river and the wind surround his voice, and practiced CETA's "1783" - the song he decided to sing for an audition.

    While singing, he started to be in a daze, thinking that Swirl was in the capital three years ago, maybe this was the first song he chose, right?

    Thinking of this, he took out his mobile phone and searched for a keyword on Weibo: Yu Te.

    Start flipping in real time.

    There are actually a few.

    "Gentle0117: Woohoo, I didn't expect to see Yu Te in the escape Xia, and I glanced at Wannian in Swirl. I couldn't take pictures at that time, but now I can take crazy screenshots."

    "Kachijiro: So why on earth did Yu Te not sing to be the head therapist?"

    "Anlimei: #48# Can you take the name of cp to be more serious, the head therapist has a name, Yu Te!"

    -四de女孩@安利妹: Sisters ask me weakly, why is it called 48...

    -安利妹@四de女子: Because the first cp fans didn’t know who the therapist was, they only thought there was a scar at the end of the eye, so I replaced him with 8-四de女子@安利妹: Although, compared to othersIn the summer of four seasons, 48 is too casual-四de woman@安利妹: It’s okay, I think the numbers look better on the contrary, the simpler the cp name, the betterNo waves.

    Lu Ou really underestimated him, he is a straight man, watching these CP discussions only feels naive, and he doesn't object at all.

    Forty-eight, ridiculous.

    Until he swiped and saw two more:

    "Sky: #84# Yut, give me a rush"

    "I'm a dog again: Why is 48 so much more discussed than 84? Yu Te is very aggressive, but he's just a little shorter. Cen Si looks so gentle, but I'm still 84"

    He was puzzled.

    Is there a difference between 48 and 84?

    Or does it not matter if the order of CP names is in front or back, and fans call them whatever they want?

    At this time, a gust of wind blew along the river.

    The wind was quite demonic, and it aroused Jiang Shiye's curiosity.

    He decided to look up the difference between 48 and 84.

    five minutes later.

    I saw a young man on the embankment suddenly burned by his mobile phone, and smashed it to the side angrily.

    After rubbing his hair messily, he hugged the guitar and began to strum the strings.

    The young man who sweeps the strings returns to his head at noon.

    He didn't practice "1783" a few times at all. Jiang Shiye felt a little angry about these Arabic numbers after reading Weibo.

    However, when he walked to the door of the store, he heard this song being sung by another person.

    The voice is clean and delicate, soft and soft.

    It's Xia Fei.

    Jiang Shiye, who was standing at the door with a guitar bag on his back, was looking at Xia Fei, who was also holding a guitar, sitting in the well-organized hall.

    The long | guns and short guns of the program group surrounded him, as did the staff and several customers in the hair salon, listening quietly.

    The singing is pure and everyone is intoxicated by it.

    He didn't even notice himself standing at the door.

    Jiang Shiye had never heard anyone sing "1783" so tenderly, like a love song.The style was unique but pleasant to hear, he actually stopped and did not take a step forward.

    Even though he knew that the camera on the top of the door had captured himself with his guitar bag on his back.

    He inexplicably felt that he was a little funny, as if he had strayed into Xia Fei's territory by mistake.He saw Xia Fei pressing his fingers and kneading the strings, both his guitar skills and singing skills were better than his...

    More professional and stylish.

    It's like the difference between a professional singer and an amateur.

    It seems that I want to find him as a teacher.

    Xia Fei was looking at one side intently, with a cute smile.

    Jiang Shiye followed his gaze again, and Cen Si, who was sitting on a wooden chair in the corner, came into his sight.

    He was drinking tea with drooping eyes one mouthful at a time, seeming to be very focused, but also absent-minded, tapping the beat with his feet inadvertently.

    Cen Si didn't finish his tea, when everyone was staring at Xia Fei and Xia Fei was staring at him, he seemed to feel the gaze, and turned his head to look outside the door.

    So Xia Fei also tilted his head.

    So everyone turned their heads.

    All eyes were on Jiang Shiye.

    Instinctively, Jiang Shiye raised his hand to support the guitar bag, a little embarrassed.

    Especially Xia Fei's singing didn't stop, it just softened a bit.

    However, Cen Si's voice suddenly intersected: "Why are you standing there, come in."

    He pointed to the chair next to him.

    For some reason, when Cen Si spoke, the incompatibility and embarrassment in Jiang Shiye's mind suddenly disappeared, as if Xia Fei's domain had become smaller, and there was another Cen Si's domain, which gave him a step up and made him feel better.This place is very kind.

    He stepped to the side of Cen Si, staring at each other for a moment, two numbers began to appear in his empty mind, he hurriedly avoided it, took a sip of tea to empty his mind.

    The singing stopped abruptly, and the guitar continued. Xia Fei smiled and shouted: "What a coincidence, Master Ono is also going to practice the piano. Would you like to sing a song?"

    "Brother Xia Fei, you haven't finished singing yet, you sing first!" shouted a customer of the hair salon..

    After all, "1783" sung by Xia Fei is one of Cen Si's favorite songs.

    "That's right." Xia Fei nodded, "Anyway, Master Ono and I are going to perform tomorrow, so we might as well sell it until tomorrow."

    Jiang Shiye frowned suspiciously and turned his eyes slightly, only then did he realize that another customer in the store was the proprietress of the ladder bar.

    It was the one who asked him to audition on weekends last time.

    "Yeah, don't sing, don't sing, save it until tomorrow." She echoed.

    "Then Brother Xia Fei will sing "Subtropical Bar" for us again!" the fan said again.

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