“Stop and stop along the way

Following the traces of the boy's drift

The moment before stepping out of the station

A little hesitant

Can't help laughing at the timid feeling of being close to home

Still inevitable

And Nagano's Day

Still so warm

The wind blew up the past..."

"What a lyrics!"

Hu Yibao just took a look.

I couldn't help but exclaim.

"You can pull people into it at the beginning."

Follow the score.

Hu Yibao started singing a cappella.

“…I first met this world before

Wandering in all kinds of things

Looking at the horizon, it seems to be in front of you

I am willing to go through fire and water to walk through it

Now walking through this world

Wandering in all kinds of things

Different faces after years

Taken off guard and break into your smile…”

Gradually close your eyes.

Follow the lyrics.

As the God of Songs, Hu Yibao.

Be able to quickly incorporate yourself into the emotions required by lyrics and songs.

Hu Yibao has slowly mastered the best way to sing this song.

Five minutes later.

The a cappella ended.

When you open your eyes again.

In Hu Yibao's eyes.

There was already a little light flashing.

"Even a single dog, I can be impressed."

"I'm afraid those who are heartbroken and wandering around will cry after listening!"

"Just publish this first, and warm the scene a little bit."

soon.

In a small room.

A clear and slightly hoarse and vicissitudes of singing rang out.

“…The short road stops and stops

There is also a little distance

I don't know if it's a story or a mood

Maybe what you are looking forward to is just an enemy of time

See you again

In the cool morning light

Smiling sweetly..."

The afternoon sunshine.

Through the glass window.

Slide into the room.

Gentle wind.

Through the half-closed glass window.

Blow the curtains slowly.

In the bright room.

Hu Yibao closed his eyes.

Use the best feeling.

Singing [The wind is blowing].

“…Now we have walked through this world

Wandering in all kinds of things

Different faces after years

Taken aback to break into your smile

I once couldn't extricate myself from the greatness of the world..."

What Hu Yibao didn't know was.

Outside the door.

Yang Mi'er was holding a plate of washed fruit in her hand.

He stood at the door in a daze.

It can be heard vaguely.

Songs coming from the house.

In the circle.

She has also known many singers.

And she.

I'm also learning to sing recently.

The company is preparing to let her debut as a singer again.

The singing teachers I hired are all professional.

But it can sing this level.

In Yang Mi'er's memory.

No!

And those lyrics!

“…heal the scars left by memories

Your eyes are filled with light and darkness.

Twilight covers your staggering steps

Walking into the painting hidden by the bed..."

She couldn't help but let her, who was just in her early twenties.

A little bit of vicissitudes emerged in my mind.

Yang Mier, who is more "sensual".

After listening quietly outside the door.

Wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes with the back of your hands.

After calming down a little.

Yang Mi'er rang the doorbell.
To be continued...