Maybe others think it’s suluo’s impromptu hum.
But she knew that it was not a casual hum, but a Xibe lullaby.
"wow"
Tears can’t stop rushing out of my eyes like a flood that broke the dam.
Laughing and crying followed him to hum up.
“babeibabeibabe”
“hajinioinioibabei”
Chapter two hundred and ten Farewell
Be intoxicated with hearing
The song is full of broken pictures. Miss Dong, the female student with a story, raises her hand and smiles, and a word or two exudes her unique breath and charm.
Isn’t that kind of faint, nameless emotion especially what lonely and frustrated literary youth love and pursue artistic conception?
Suluo was singing Miss Dong, but everyone felt that they were singing themselves.
This is the greatest charm of folk songs.
Music is more subjective than words. Listening to stories in songs is just like your own personal experience. If you don’t feel good, then there are groans and affectations everywhere.
The leaders of Shuanglang Town finally arrived and took a look at the crowd. The sea in Wang Yang was completely stupid, and then they could not help but sigh, Oh, my God.
How strong is his appeal among the masses?
How high is he in the music world?
I don’t know. I can’t tell
I know that there is a man in the officialdom who says that he is the only good man who dares to play footsie with the Prime Minister. Others dare not even think about seeing the Prime Minister, but he just dares.
If you have to find a word to form, you can think of three words.
Suluo effect.
The double gallery will be on fire after tonight, and the whole Dali will be on fire.
Even the town leaders have come. It seems that it’s really a big deal. People have to declare and approve the gathering activities. The owner of the shopping plaza wants to bite the bullet and always carry it for you.
Welcome to.
"It’s temporary to lead this activity well. We didn’t expect so many people to come here. I’ll accept all the fines."
"Come on, you, you want to say that you held this event."
"No, I mean"
"Then stay away from me, as if how much credit you have made."
The boss is dumbfounded. I’m here to take credit for you.
Well, it seems that nothing happened at all. Just make amends and laugh.
How can the onlookers ignore the small movements around them and stare at suluo, a cap, a guitar and a microphone?
Do you still want to sing
Suluo gulped down the wine in the jar and cleared his throat. He forgot how many songs he sang. Anyway, it was really enjoyable
"Sing one last song for farewell."
"hoo"
It’s not excitement, screaming, cheering and shouting, but everyone is relieved.
It’s finally the last song, and I’m afraid he’ll leave after singing one song, with eyes full of expectation and yelling in his heart, Go on, don’t stop.