Comprehensive Sims System

"Then I'll prepare the props first."

After Nangong Yan finished speaking, he walked towards his room.

"Homura, what props will you prepare?"

English pear pear is a little curious.

"allegro"

Yu scratched his head and guessed.

"Are you talking about cross talk!"

In an instant, there were many people complaining at the same time! Maki played with the ends of her hair and said thoughtfully: "Maybe it may be music, maybe?"

"Oh, the one who knows me, Shinji!"

Nangong Yan came back with a laptop.

"music!"

Hoi Naiguo was startled, then lit up again, "So this is actually a new song!"

Nangong Yan smiled slightly: "It's no problem to understand so! They are excited again! "You are too prolific!"

The goblin shook his head in astonishment.

"It doesn't count"

Nangong Yan tapped the pen lightly, "This has been prepared a long time ago, but it happened to be mentioned today, so I took it out."

"Okay! When we go back, we'll turn Nangong's house upside down!"

Hoi Naigo slapped the palm of his hand with a serious face, "I must find out all the treasures that Mr. Yan secretly hid!"

Nangong Yan: ""

The girls looked strange, and Ying Riri twitched the corners of her mouth: "Why does it sound like Homura is hiding a lot of doujinshi?"

Sui Naiguo: ""

She blushed: "I didn't mean that!"

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Xiaoniao also had a ruddy face: "We know, but Xiaoguo, what you said is indeed a bit similar."

"Okay, okay, let's talk about the doujinshi next time, do you listen?"

Nangong Yan interrupted them. If you don't interrupt, I'm afraid the topic will run away! "Listen!"

In an instant, they all put on a well-behaved appearance, and this speed really surprised Nangong Yan.

"I wonder whose voice to use?"

Nangong Yan touched his chin and thought.

The girls: ""

Whose voice is the same nine-year compulsory education, why are you so excellent "Funno Furusashi! It's you!"

Nangong Yan made a decision! "Eh"

Wen Nai looked stunned, "Hey!!!!"

"Eh what is it weird?"

Nangong Yan almost couldn't hold back his joy.

"It's weird! I don't know how to sing like Hono Jam and the others."

The more he spoke, the lower his voice, and then he became a little shy.

"It doesn't matter, it's mainly about the emotion contained in the song. Skills are not very important to this song!"

Moreover, it's not Wen Nai, you sing it yourself, I'll use your voice, you can work hard towards this side. "Okay then."

After a little tangle, Wen Nai still accepted the fact that his voice was going to be used by Nangong Yan.

"Well, then, get ready to start."

Nangong Yan pinched his throat and turned on the accompaniment Nangong Yan Wen Naiyin on his laptop: "Dancing the powder snow, the back of the mountain: white dyes the fine snow that falls, and dyes the back of the mountain: white"

In a dilapidated house in a small village, a man and a woman cuddle each other on a winter night.

The two lived happily, the seasons turned, and the spring came. The women sang along with the happy birds. The women who listened to this song had different expressions, but there was no smile on their faces.

because no matter what

Whether it was the music or Nangong Yanwen Naiyin's singing, they were all full of sadness, and they instantly understood that this story would never have a happy ending.

"A beautiful voice, I will never be able to make a good voice again, even then, will you still love me?"

"Currently, Youxiao, you said that it's natural, you smiled gently, and gently stroked my cheek with your generous palm4.

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Time passed, and in the summer, the man fell down due to illness. For the two of them who lived a poor life, the medicine that could cure the man was beyond the two of them could afford.