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Chapter 246

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Although he decided to sing a new song, Yang Yi did not start. He looked at Murphy strangely and said, "Sing here? The sound is too loud. What if Xi Xi wakes up? Let's go to my room! "

Don't know why, Murphy felt that Yang Yi's words had a hidden meaning!

"Then let's go to your room, but you're not allowed to do anything bad!" Under the dim light, Murphy's face was flushed red as if she had drunk wine. She bit her lower lip and said solemnly.

"Just sing!" Yang Yi promised.

However, this kind of promise, he seemed to have never fulfilled it ….

The two left the computer that had not been saved and turned off, and went to Yang Yi's bedroom.

The light bulb burned at night, and Yang Yi did not have time to change it. The pale yellow light bulb made the simple bedroom look like a new house.

Murphy sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Yang Yi who was busy moving a chair. She pursed her lips and said, "Just sit next to me! Why do you need to move a chair? "

Yang Yi smiled and sat down on the left side of Murphy with his guitar. Murphy had just taken a bath and her body exuded a faint fragrance.

Without any delay, Yang Yi plucked the guitar strings in his arms and began to play.

The prelude was very simple. The lively melody seemed to open a fresh picture.

Murphy listened carefully. Just from the prelude, she knew that this was a new song. It was not one of her twelve songs, nor was it the song "University Days" sung by Guo Ziyi.

The prelude was very short. Yang Yi's magnetic voice mixed in with the clear melody, "We cried, we laughed …."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mo Fei heard the difference from before. Although it was still a low singing style, Yang Yi's voice could sink down just right, vividly reflecting the appeal of his magnetic voice!

"We looked up at the sky, there were still a few stars …." It was really different. Even if Yang Yi could sing with such a tone before, he could not sing with such a perfect volume.

However, Murphy paid more attention to the lyrics that Yang Yi sang. She looked at Yang Yi's handsome side face in fascination. It was as if she was brought into that mood by him.

Did he find the inspiration when they were chatting on the balcony?

"We sang, the song of time …." Yang Yi was already gently shaking his head along with the melody, "Only then did we understand why we embraced each other."

Hearing this, Murphy was still carefully savoring the meaning of Yang Yi's lyrics. However, suddenly, Yang Yi's voice changed, as if he had suddenly turned into a fast lane. Moreover, it was a super fast lane that made her scalp tingle when she heard it!

"Because I just happened to …." Yang Yi instantly increased the support of his internal energy. It was as if he was pinching his throat and suddenly sang with the tone of a classic actor in a Beijing opera, "Meeting you, leaving behind footprints is beautiful …."

The soft and mellow female voice that came out of Yang Yi's mouth suddenly made Murphy dumbfounded.

It was not that it was bad. If she only listened to the voice, Murphy would definitely think that it was a different person singing. However, Yang Yi, a big living person, was sitting right in front of her!

What the hell was this charming voice?

As if he knew that Murphy was wondering if her ears were playing tricks on her, Yang Yi sang two more verses. It was still a male voice that changed to a female voice, "The wind blows and the flowers fall …. Tears fall like rain, because we can't part, because we just happened to … meet you, leaving behind five years of hope."

Murphy finally could not help but reveal a surprised expression. She covered her mouth and looked at Yang Yi in disbelief.

After changing back to a male voice, although Yang Yi continued to play and sing, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, as if he had succeeded in a little prank.

After all, he had already confessed. Yang Yi no longer sealed his ability. If he wanted to show it, he would show it in all aspects!

Although Murphy's heart was full of doubts, she did not interrupt Yang Yi. Instead, she calmed down and listened quietly.

The lyrics of this song were relatively simple. The second time it was repeated word for word, but the melody was beautiful. It was almost impossible to get tired of listening to it a hundred times. Murphy temporarily put aside her doubts about the change of male and female voices and listened carefully, savoring the meaning of the lyrics word by word.

"Because we just happened to meet you, leaving behind footprints is beautiful. The wind blows and the flowers fall like rain. Because we can't part, because we just happened to meet you, leaving behind five years of hope. If we meet again, I think I will remember you."

It turned out that this song was so beautiful!

Murphy realized that she had been delayed by Yang Yi's dazzling skills just now. Only now did she realize that these lyrics were not writing bits and pieces of her and Yang Yi.

Under the dim yellow light, Murphy was in a trance. It was as if she had returned to that night she did not want to recall.

No, the beautiful thing should be that morning. The leaves of the maple forest were like bright red flames. Although there were no flowers, it seemed that the maple leaves that were blown down by the wind also fit the concept of "the wind blows and the flowers fall like rain."

Was this a confession from this bad guy?

Because they just happened to meet, leaving behind footprints in a world where they originally had no intersection.

Because of that one encounter, he had been looking forward to meeting her again for five years …

At this moment, Murphy recalled that when the two of them met again in Jiangcheng, it was Murphy who took the initiative to acknowledge him. What kind of expression he had at that time, Murphy could not remember clearly.

But in this song, Yang Yi sang very clearly, "I think I will remember you." That should be a heart full of joy and pretending to be calm, right?

Murphy was now very sure that this guy, Yang Yi, was using this song to confess to her. Although the two of them were already together, this confession was like a compensation confession after his hidden identity was revealed!

The beautiful mood, the clear melody, and Yang Yi's outstanding humming. Murphy listened to this song as if she had drunk a glass of wine. She, who could not handle the alcohol, had an intoxicated flush on her face.

Those five years of expectations were his longing for her …

So in those five years, Yang Yi still could not forget her?

This song was like honey, so sweet that it reached her heart!

"If we meet again, I think I will remember you …" At the end, Yang Yi switched back to his calm male voice.

It was still a clean and fresh melody. There was no drag, just a few loops, as if reluctant to part, before it slowly came to a stop.

When Murphy started listening, she had a lot of questions to ask Yang Yi. For example, how could Yang Yi sing in such a falsetto? For example, was Yang Yi pretending that his voice was not good?

But were these questions still important? When Murphy heard the end, she forgot everything. She just bit her lower lip and looked at Yang Yi with her watery eyes.

"How is it? Can you forgive me now? "Yang Yi held the guitar and asked gently," If you are not satisfied with this song, I still have … "

What a familiar conversation. It was just like the night they confirmed their relationship.

But this time, Murphy did not make things difficult for Yang Yi. She pulled up Yang Yi's hand that was still on the guitar to stop him from playing. Then, just like that, she looked at him emotionally.

However, Yang Yi was a little uncertain. He was still very nervous. He scratched his head and asked, "Uh, so, do you forgive me?"

Mo Fei bit her lower lip, raised her eyelids, and rolled her eyes at Yang Yi with her watery eyes, but she did not answer directly. She just said softly, "Actually, it's just one time. It won't have much impact tomorrow …"



At night, the guitar was casually thrown under the bed by the ecstatic person. It lay there quietly, helplessly listening to the light singing of the overlapping person and the bed.

That was the most moving melody.

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