His entertainment life

Out of the host area, to the next stop, the local competition area. The local competition area is the destination for the small competition area's promoters to go together, and the next is the fight between the strong and the strong. It's six days, 23 hours and 59 minutes before the start of the local competition area. I heard that the venue of the local competition area is so close to my hometown. Can we go back to find sister Lisa this time?

Just thinking about it, Zhang Aoyang stopped a taxi. But just about to close the door of the moment, a slender arm even regardless of the danger of struggling to hold the door. Is this Zhang Aoyang's life? There are so many vehicles in the county, why do you grab a car with me?

Looking up, she is a girl. Look at this face is also quite familiar.

The curved eyebrows are sparse, the color of the eyes is brown and black, and the overall facial features are very similar to those of the people in India. Zhang Aoyang has an impression on her. They are all from Sanlitun competition area, called Xia Conglu.

This little girl is very talented. She's only in her early twenties. She has a loud voice and a beautiful appearance. It was during the competition in Sanlitun that the girl didn't like to get in touch with these people too much and was quite rebellious in nature? But now it's hard for Zhang Aoyang to give her a ride?

"I've lost my wallet. Can you take me a long way?" Did you hear that? She's using you! This word is very useful no matter for men, women, old and young, because people live with respect. Without saying a word, Zhang Aoyang took her luggage in the window and allowed Xia Conglu to get on the bus.

Although she was wearing a pair of hot shorts and her long white thighs were no doubt exposed, her legs were tightly closed. Zhang Aoyang knows that chatting with this kind of people can't be fun. He should be more formal.

Sure enough, within five minutes of getting on the bus, Xia Conglu asked him seriously, "where are we going?"

Zhang Aoyang is seeking truth from facts. He is idle for seven days. He goes back to the place he used to cross to meet old acquaintances. Xia Conglu didn't ask too much. It's better not to ask too much. Just treat her as an air, so that she can't be so formal.

Indeed, it's good to get along with such people. She said nothing more along the way, including Zhang Aoyang's life experience. Zhang Aoyang can be sure that Xia Conglu heard the conversation that day, but she was so clever that she didn't ask anything.

A whole day's drive, the driving on the highway has shortened most of the time. In fact, the waterway is slower, although it is a straight line, but at that time Yi Lian opened very slowly in order to see the surrounding scenery. At more than ten o'clock that night, Zhang Aoyang and Xia Conglu got out of the car and returned to the original land.

It's still the same here. The scenery is pleasant. Skyscrapers occupy the whole view. So Zhang Aoyang didn't look at the sky, but at his feet.

"La La, la la la, la la la..." a sad song suddenly came into the brain of the two people after they got off the bus. What kind of desolation is this? Can't say, just feel the girl's voice has a kind of unfair sadness. Zhang Aoyang can't remember that this is the prelude of that song.

"It's your lost soul that you can't see through."

"I can't guess. It's the color of your pupils."

"A gust of wind, a dream, love as unpredictable as life."

"Your heart is bewitched by what."

Xia Conglu suddenly eyes a bright, suddenly way: "is the painting heart!"

Yes, Zhang Aoyang also heard Zhang Liangying's painting heart. It's just that the name of this song is not clear, but the tune Zhang Aoyang is quite impressive.

That tune is a little too sad. She is sad and creepy. That kind of creepy person is the surface of sadness, but sadness is the deepest call in the heart.

Listening to this tender voice is not like a woman who has seen all the flashy things in the world. Maybe she has seen all the flashy things in the world, but she will never be a girl too old.

Between the words, Zhang Aoyang could tell that she was biting very hard. There is a kind of pain is to reveal the inner pain through telling. If he has experienced the saddest thing in his life, it is the tragedy after crossing. So the saddest melody I've ever heard is the cry from the girl's heart.

Curiosity prompted Zhang Aoyang to take Xia Conglu's hand and keep going along the direction of the song. Finally, in an abandoned building, outside the iron railings, saw her figure.

It's a little girl, a little girl in the year of nutmeg. I don't know how long I've been wearing the shabby clothes, so quietly hiding under the railings, repeating over and over the scalp numbing and melancholy painting heart.

A coin was put into the small bowl cut from a plastic bottle in front of her. This scene made Xia Conglu involuntarily want to give alms to the little girl. But she had no money and her wallet was stolen. So now she keeps shaking Zhang Aoyang's arm, hoping that Zhang Aoyang can look forward to a compassionate side and give the little girl some simple material handouts.

But Zhang Aoyang did not move, but just continue to listen to the little girl from the heart of that song.

"Your outline, drowned in the night."

"Look at the peach blossom, what kind of results it will produce.""Looking at you holding me, eyes like the moon lonely."

"Let you be happy in other people's arms."

Zhang Aoyang never felt that this girl had been hurt by love. She was hurt, but it was definitely not hurt by love. Because she may not understand the real meaning of this song, but from her stubborn eyes, Zhang Aoyang can see that she is not a girl who hopes to beg. Because a person who really wants to beg doesn't need to sing, let alone let the song to promote others' sympathy. Because she wanted to volatilize something in her stomach from the bottom of her heart. Every time a coin was put in her small bowl, her voice became more sad. Don't say it is the coin that makes her want to beg harder, but the coin stimulates her tenacious heart. The more she feels that these things are pressed on her shoulders, the more unfair they are!

"To love you is like a heartbeat."

"If I paint you, I can't paint your bones."

"Remember your face, is I wait for your persistence."

"You are a song that I can't finish."

The crowd of onlookers suddenly quieted down, and the poor girl gradually raised her head, with an incredible expression in her eyes. This part is not sung by her, but by Zhang Aoyang. It was Xia Conglu who didn't expect that Zhang Aoyang would be able to connect with this girl's song.

Singing can make people happy and fall in love. The singing is distracted, which is the only thing Zhang Aoyang can do for her. He didn't think giving to a girl could bring anything to her, but he moved her heart in a very special way.

Do you have the same experience as me? My friend, we have a resonance!