The finale of the show is Zhou Shuangshuang's Beijing rhythm drum. This Korean girl idol who has made millions of fans crazy, tonight has a rare long hair tied high, wearing a long black cheongsam with an embroidered neckline. A snow-white peony, the flowers and people are in contrast, and the national color is fragrant.

Yan Chao couldn't help but think of that day, the little girl was crying in her car, and her heart was mixed for a while.

Zhou Shuangshuang is a smart person, she really never looked for him again, but as for her inner feelings, it is unknown.

But in any case, Yan Chao still feels biased when he thinks of the line in the movie she said.

On the stage, Jiao'er is indeed the seat; but off the stage, Jiao'er is his own.

Just thinking about it, Zhou Shuangshuang finished singing with a big drum, and finally came tonight's big axis play.

It was his horn that came.

A team of musicians of dozens of people took off, the accompaniment of the Erhuang guide board sounded, the cymbals were strummed, and the strings sounded in unison.

"The wind from the water hall is tight in autumn—"

If you haven't seen him, hear his voice first.

After singing a sentence, saw the peerless beauty who was sinking fish and falling geese out of the small corridor built on the stage.

The audience immediately burst into thunderous applause.

Wearing a cloak of plain white hairpins and a turquoise phoenix bun on his head, every move, every gesture, every frown and smile, is full of peerless elegance.

"Think of the spring breeze blowing all over Ramie Village back then—"

Suddenly, Yan Chao's mind reappeared in that ancient video, the little Xi Shi from more than ten years ago.

With a handful of hearts and a frown, he easily stole thousands of hearts.

But Yan Chao knew that Xi Shi's beauty and beauty would always remain on the stage. After stepping off the stage, that man was still a dashing and unrestrained young man, and he was still his own corner.

"When Gusu Terrace was on Wuqi, Wu Wang's palace was drunk." It turned out that from the day he met him, there was a Gusu Terrace quietly in Yan Chao's heart, and he lived in his little Shenyu.

As soon as he finished singing, Zhou Chenyu finally walked to the front of the stage, showing his usual stern smile, and then according to the standard posture of Danjiao's curtain call, he nodded slightly, and blessed himself to the next stage.

The most majestic applause and cheers broke out in the stadium in an instant, resounding through the sky for a long time.

The applause around him was so intense, but for some reason, Yan Chao could vaguely feel an indistinct murmur coming from his ear.

He realized something immediately, turned his head, leaned in the direction of the old class teacher beside him, and put his ear close to his mouth.

Just listening to the old class teacher was extremely laborious, but he never gave up and repeated two syllables.

Yan Chao listened very hard for a long time, but the old man's articulation was really unclear, and the surrounding people were noisy, no matter how hard he tried to identify, he still couldn't hear what the old man was saying.

He raised his head helplessly, and saw the old man's eyes, which had been half-closed before, were now staring at the figure in the center of the stage.

Yan Chao suddenly reacted to something. He quickly lowered his head again and listened to the two vague syllables uttered by the old man.

When he finally heard what those two words were, Yan Chao's heart trembled involuntarily.

It turned out that he repeated over and over again: "Little... fish..."

"Did he really say these two words at that time?"

Coming out of the skyscraper in the hospital, Zhou Chenyu raised her eyes to look at Yan Chao, and even her eyelashes trembled in an imperceptible way.

Yan Chao nodded: "Although it's very unclear, I'm sure it's this."

Zhou Chenyu was silent for a long while.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Chao didn't speak any more.

Tonight's flower field was very successful, from the audience's response to the recording effect, which exceeded expectations. But Yan Chao didn't go to the celebration banquet with the organizer, because as soon as the performance ended, the Zhou family's group sent the old class teacher back to the hospital without stopping.

During the hours-long viewing process, not only did the old man not get tired because of this, but his mental state was much better, and miraculously he could even utter a few vague syllables.

Although still unable to achieve a clear expression, seeing that everything is developing in a better and better direction, the recovery of the old teacher's condition is just around the corner.

At this moment, when Yan Chao and Zhou Chenyu came out of the ward, it was midnight again.

It was quiet outside the hospital gate in the middle of the night. The weather was rarely sunny tonight, and even the moon was clearly visible.

The two got into the car without a word, and before Yan Chao could turn on the lights, he heard Zhou Chenyu suddenly speak quietly: "Actually, when I think about it now, I still feel sorry for him."

Yan Chao's movements stopped, and he continued to say, "In fact, he hurts me the most when he beats children, but I don't know what to do, and I don't want to listen to him. Ken sang this "Xishi" earlier, he..."

Zhou Chenyu's voice was choked again, and she didn't say any more.

"You're already very obedient," Yan Chao stretched out his hand and took his cold hand into his palm, "If it weren't for you, he might still not wake up now. Life is sometimes supported by such a thought..."

Before Yan Chao could finish speaking, Zhou Chenyu suddenly rushed up and hugged him tightly.

Yan Chao was stunned for a moment, and heard the man in his arms whisper: "Yan Chao, thank you... Thank you for him... and for me, for so many years of thinking."

Yan Chao stretched out his hand and gently smoothed the hair on the back of his head: "Didn't I tell you? Between you and I, we never need to say these two words."

Zhou Chenyu raised her head and gently rubbed his cheek with soft lips: "If you don't let me say thank you, what do you want me to say?"

His slender eyelashes fluttered on Yan Chao's face, with a wet coolness, which made Yan Chao slightly startled.

Yan Chao hugged him and placed a light kiss on his eyelashes: "What's the matter? You don't need money for your recent tears?"