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Chapter 137 Jiaxu Day, Songs in the Dark Night (8)

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    The so-called "aftershocks" are invisible. If no one talks about them, no one will even realize that the psychological aftershocks far exceed the damage caused by physical aftershocks.

    The same is true of the epidemic.

    So, being as strong as Ding Hua also needs an opportunity to let her cry and vent wantonly.

    After all, she is not afraid of any torture for her half buried body, what she is afraid of is the son who has not yet grown up.

    What I am afraid of is that he will pass away before seeing his son get married and start a business.

    Most of the parents are like this, while saying that they are getting old, and they will leave without knowing when, and they look away from everything.  On the one hand, I longed to live a few more days, let me see my child again, and be with him again.  He is all alone, how can I leave him alone in the world?

    Poor parents all over the world.

    Amidst the noise, a musical sound suddenly pierced through.

    Yu Wanfeng heard it right, it was the sound of music, which floated out from the windows on the second floor, passed through the windows on the first floor, and entered people's ears.

    Very clear.

    The sound of the guitar.

    Others heard it too.

    The sound waves of string music are like waves.

    Yu Wanfeng has learned the piano, and she can even recognize the score in the music.

    3217654.

    Very familiar prelude.

    Then, the singing sounded.

    "Even if fate is upside down, even if fate is tortuous and bizarre, even if fate threatens you, it's no fun to be a human"

    The singing is in Cantonese.

    But those who have heard it, once they hear this melody, can recognize that it is "Red Sun".

    Many people have heard it.  It's an old song, once popular across the country, even people at the age of Ding Hua and Wang Xiu have heard it.

    Ding Hua sniffed and asked, "Which one is singing?"

    It seems that she stopped crying.

    Yu Wanfeng replied: "A guest who just came today is from Cantonese."

    So Cantonese can be sung very smoothly.

    Ding Hua suddenly said: "It's pretty nice."

    Yu Wanfeng hurriedly continued the topic: "Isn't it nice? Let's sit over there and listen to it. I think it sounds nice too."

    Several people went back and forth and sat on the sofa in the living room.

    The melody played by the guitar is naturally contagious and resonant, and can always stir people's emotions.

    And Zhang Huangwang's singing is so loud that it can penetrate people's hearts.  After listening to it for a while, Yu Minchu praised, "It's pretty good, just like on TV."

    Yu Wanfeng quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, yes."

    She squeezed the hand of her mother, Wang Xiu, beside her: "It sounds nice, doesn't it, Mom?"

    Wang Xiu also seemed to have recovered, and praised her again and again.

    Yu Wanfeng persuaded them for a while, and seemed to be relieved to see that their emotions had stabilized.

    Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, she was grateful to Zhang Huangwang from the bottom of her heart.

    Unexpectedly, in such a situation, without the bright lights and the bustle of the past, such singing can still be heard.

    I don't know if this counts or not, how can we know that it is not a blessing?

    Yu Wanfeng paid all her attention to the moods of the elderly people, but she didn't notice that Zhong Chumian was staring at her on the other side of the flashlight, her gaze was stronger than the light.

    It was as hot as fire.

    "Let the evening breeze blow gently, accompanied by the fragrance of green flowers, as if blessing you and me. Let the evening stars flash past gently, and every hope of yours flashes like waves"

    Zhong Chumian can understand every line of the lyrics.

    The corner of his mouth curled into a smile, shallow.

    He thought, Yu Wanfeng probably didn't know.

    Yanglan High School is from 6:00 to 6:30 every day, which is the broadcast time. In addition to the motivational speeches that are young and popular, the soft-spoken chicken soup, there will also be songs.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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