Angel is a little bad

Chapter 1247
There are several bands in the school. They often perform and train on campus, sometimes indoors, most of the time outdoors. They find an open space where students frequently come and go, bring a few musical instruments, and perform in public. It is very popular.In the past, Huahuo was all about making money, and rarely watched performances, but this time he was attracted.

Several boys wore black top hats, white T-shirts, black trousers and leather shoes, and tied white cloth strips on their right arms, imitating Michael Jackson's space walk.The warm, powerful and dynamic music paired with Jackson's passionate and powerful voice had an unparalleled appeal, and everyone twisted their limbs to follow the rhythm.

Huahuo was crowded in the crowd, and couldn't help shaking her head, but...those boys are dressed in black and white strips...why do they look like those at a funeral...Fangfang's parents are dressed like this...

She couldn't move, everyone was writhing except her.

Life is so warm, but she is feeling the bleakness of life, and the death happening around her is so clear.

At the end of the song, a few boys took a break amidst everyone's cheers, and another girl group came up and sang the familiar "Pretty Boy".From enthusiastic to soothing, everyone gradually calmed down, and Huahuo's heart also gradually calmed down.

The old songs with a touch of sadness and nostalgia can always bring back the memories and thoughts of Huahuo every time - that boy like the wind once set off such a storm that swept the soul in her in the Mood for Love, her heart , so awakened.

The wind has passed, and she is growing more tenaciously, but that kind of memory permeates the roots.

She remembered that on the eve of parting, he also stood on the stage where everyone was watching, and sang a song for himself and her—that was his vow and his wish to her.

At the end of the song, the host ran up, and everyone announced: "Now is the time for free karaoke, everyone is welcome to order songs and start singing freely—who wants to come up?"

It was a simple self-service karaoke-a DVD player, a small old TV, and simple microphones and speakers. She saw such stalls on the street many times, and it cost one or two yuan to sing a song.

She suddenly wanted to sing a song, to give to the wind, to herself, to Fangfang, and to the wasted years.

(End of this chapter)