Host, You're Targeted

Fu Siyan didn't sing because he was really five tone deaf, and he didn't get into the atmosphere of the party. Qi Yue was always in his mind.

Is Qi Yue just confessing with him? He was looking forward to it, but he couldn't believe he was expecting it.

Fu Siyan knew that he was tangled, but he just couldn't understand his emotions.

In this way, Fu Si Yan, still in a daze, received the microphone, but he was still sitting on the beach staring at the bonfire.

Everyone was quiet. Everyone looked at the dazed Fu Shian, waiting for him to come out and sing.

After three seconds of silence on the field, Qi Yue pulled Fu Shiyan's hand and stood up and said, "I'll sing! Stein's a microphone stand for me. "

The human microphone stand was a little too bright, and the atmosphere, which had just cooled down because of forsyan's sudden silence, became active again.

"Don't be dazzled Qi Yue dragged Fu Si Yan to the side of the fire to keep a safe distance from the fire, covered the microphone and approached him in a low voice.

Fu Si Yan ran into Qi Yue's eyes, which were deeper than the blue sky reflected by the sea water, and suddenly came to his senses.

"Hold up the microphone Qi Yue stepped back a little bit and drew a distance from Fu Siyan. He bent his eyes and looked at him with a smile

It's the first time that many people have seen the real man Fu Siyan. They didn't expect that the real person was so soft and cute. They all felt that they had been poked to the cute point.

Qi Yue found an English song that he liked very much. When the accompaniment sounded, the whole audience was quiet.

Qi Yue's voice is very clean, his clear voice with gas singing this song, mobile phone light on his face, his soft eyebrows outline the appearance of concentration.

Qi Yue's voice has a kind of empathy ability. In addition, the "blue" selected by him is a slow rhythm but particularly attractive melody. People around him are unconsciously replaced in Qi Yue's clean voice.

Fu Shiyan, who is closest to Qi Yue, looks down at the lyrics on his mobile phone. The burning campfire beside him lights up half of his face. The warm yellow fire forms a light stripe around him, isolating him from the darkness.

He is like a child surrounded by light, slowly singing a moving melody.

The waves were still pounding the beach, and occasionally the crackling of firewood.

But everyone's attention was attracted by Qi Yue, the big boy singing with drooping eyes full of charm.

Fu Siyan was the first person to fall into the world of Qi Yue's voice empathy. In his eyes, Qi Yue seemed to have opened a soft light filter. Even the sparks from the burning of firewood became a part of Qi Yue's whole body light.

In the second half of singing, Qi Yue suddenly grabs Fu Shiyan's hand holding up the microphone for him, and looks up to see Fu Siyan continue to sing.

“I. want.you/

I＇ ll.colour.me .blue/

Anything.it.takes . to.make.you .stay/

Only.seeing.myself/

When.I＇m. looking.up.at . you.

after Qi Yue turned his head and looked at Fu Shiyan, Fu Shiyan didn't even blink his eyes. Until the end of the accompaniment was played automatically, Fu Shiyan was full in Qi Yue There was a blink in the emotional eyes.

It's over.

Fosyan heard his heart beat faster.