Rebirth starts without a spare tire

——She was so inferior that she didn't even dare to imagine living with Ye Mo, the biggest fantasy was like this.

This time it was a dream come true.

However, when she really sat in front of Ye Mo, her eyes and heart were full of this person, and the melody of the music was forgotten by her.

Just playing a few times, the melody was messed up.

When I started to sing, I suddenly didn't know how to sing.

His face flushed, his legs moved, and his body turned around, from facing Ye Mo directly to facing him sideways.

What fell into her eyes at this time was the night sky outside the window.

Ye Mo didn't know why she turned sideways to him suddenly, but he didn't say anything, and continued to pick up a piece of melon and stuff it into his mouth.

These melons and fruits have been washed and cut up, it would be a pity not to eat them.

Not facing Ye Mo anymore, Mo Xiaodie's mood was not so chaotic. After playing the guitar for 1 minute, her confused mind gradually calmed down, and then she played the prelude again.

Ye Mo didn't know much about music either. She kept playing the guitar, but she didn't understand what was going on. She thought to herself:

"The prelude to this version is really long, and it hasn't been sung yet."

Just thinking about it, the familiar clear voice sounded:

"I heard someone's voice coming,

Like the sobbing brook in the dream.

I see someone's steps far away,

Covering the sad eyes when saying goodbye.

What I don't understand is why you would rather,

Let the wind and dust paint your appearance,

Like a world that has long since forgotten,

once had your name and my voice,"

When Mo Xiaodie spoke, Ye Mo was holding a sliced ​​apple and stuffing it into his mouth, it was already in his mouth, when he heard her singing.

The voice was as clear and pure as ever, with some sadness, just like the girl herself.

Singing by her, there is another kind of touching.

Ye Mo was about to eat an apple, but his mouth was fixed there for a while.

I am afraid that the sound of chewing will destroy this clear singing.

Facing Ye Mo, Mo Xiaodie lost her mind for a while.

However, when she really sang, she quickly immersed herself in the world of music.

Some songs she can sing, some songs she can't sing.

Some of the songs she chooses to post on the acne printing platform are all songs that can resonate with her.

In other people's songs, she saw her own life.

She is also using other people's songs to sing about her own life.

Her singing skills are not top-notch, and there are many people who are better than her.

There are so many people who are willing to stay in her live broadcast room and listen to her singing, mainly because they can hear her emotions in her singing, which can generate some emotional resonance.

Everyone's life is different, but there are many feelings that can be shared.

In her singing, what Ye Mo heard was her story.

He knew everything this girl had encountered in the past few years, and he already had great sympathy in his heart.

Now listening to her singing live, the feeling is completely different from listening to it online, and the feeling is more real.

Looking at the side face of this girl who was singing seriously, I felt a little sour inexplicably.

I thought to myself: "She is really pitiful, she is always so unhappy, how can I make her happier?"

Suddenly there was an urge to protect this girl and prevent anyone or anything from hurting her.

I want to take care of this girl and make this girl happy.

As long as he can do it, he is willing to do it.

If Mo Xiaodie is broadcasting live at this time, he can use two Huazi to protect her.

But now Mo Xiaodie didn't start the live broadcast, but just sang for him alone.

I want to brush Huazi, but I can't find the option.

Mo Xiaodie, who put down the guitar, was just a very ordinary girl next door, with a thin body and an unhealthy pale complexion, which gave people a feeling of emaciation.

However, Mo Xiaodie, who is holding a guitar in her arms and singing those sad songs, is inexplicably more beautiful. Accompanied by the singing, the whole person looks very pitiful, which will make people feel a desire to protect.

Singing in the live broadcast room, you can get the protection of some wild brothers.

What's more, Yi Ren is by his side right now, singing to him alone.

That kind of appeal is not comparable to the performances on the mobile phone screen.

Just like that, with the piece of apple in his mouth, Ye Mo listened carefully to Mo Xiaodie singing this song in a sad and pure voice:

",

Unchanged you, standing in the boundless world.

A clever child with a fragile lantern.

You are unrestrained and unrestrained, and you will melt your thoughts into the world.

Lonely child, you are the grace of creation.

,"

Amidst the sound of the guitar, the song ends.

The singing was over, but Mo Xiaodie was still immersed in that emotion for a while.

After waiting for half a minute, he turned around and asked Ye Mo:

"Does this song sound good to you?"

"It sounds great!" Ye Mo took out the piece of apple that he hadn't had time to chew, and said seriously, "You sing beautifully, very touching."

"Thank you." Mo Xiaodie said.

I was very happy in my heart.

Finally, I did something that the people I like love.

——Maybe you won't remember me after many years, but I hope you can remember my singing.

Then, life will not be so regretful,

He asked again, "Do you still want to listen?"

Ye Mo said: "Yes."

"What song are you listening to?"

"Just sing your favorite song."

"Then, let me sing "The Immortal" first."

After saying this, Mo Xiaodie turned sideways to Ye Mo, hugged the guitar, and played the prelude.

The song she is going to sing now is an ancient song released in February of this year.

As the name suggests, this song is about Li Bai, who was known as the Immortal in Tang Dynasty.

It's just that when singing this song, in Mo Xiaodie's mind, there was the figure of Ye Mo in ancient clothes.

Ye Mo's personality on the Acne Printing Platform is a fighter who knows martial arts. He often shoots short videos of martial arts routines, and most of the time he wears ancient costumes.

Dressed in white, he looks out of the ordinary, like an exiled immortal in the dust.

Mo Xiaodie has watched every one of his videos countless times, and his ancient image is deeply imprinted in his mind, and it is easy to replace it in this imagination.

In this singing, what Ye Mo heard was another kind of moving.

He forgot to eat the fruit on the coffee table.

Just sitting there, listening to this girl singing seriously.

And Mo Xiaodie, holding the guitar in her arms, sang to him one by one.

In this song, time is slowly passing by.

I don't know how many songs I sang, but when I sang a certain song, Mo Xiaodie suddenly felt that she didn't have enough breath, and couldn't sing a single voice, so she started coughing.

At this time, Ye Mo realized that the girl sang too many songs this night, which brought a burden to her body.

I checked the time, it was past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Hastily said to Mo Xiaodie who was about to sing again:

"You don't need to sing, you have a good rest."

"It's okay," Mo Xiaodie originally wanted to say that she could sing again, but after saying these two words, she found that her voice was a little hoarse, so she didn't say any more.

Indeed, the singing time tonight was a little too long, beyond her body's tolerance.

"It's past eleven o'clock in the evening, let's go to bed earlier," Ye Mo said, afraid that the girl would still sing, "I still have something to do tomorrow, so I have to go to bed earlier."

Having said that, Mo Xiaodie couldn't hold on anymore.

Then he stood up, bowed to Ye Mo, and said, "Thank you for listening for so long."

Ye Mo also bowed to her and said, "Thank you for bringing me such a beautiful singing voice."

Hearing Mo Xiaodie sing so many songs live, his feeling for this girl became different again.

It seems to be a lot closer.

That night, when I was sleeping on the bed, Mo Xiaodie's voice was still echoing in my mind, and I was thinking of her sitting there singing with a guitar in her arms.

She is thin and pitiful.

It seems that this girl's world is a cold winter, and she, who is wearing thin clothes, wants to find some warmth in this world, but she can't find it no matter what.

There is an impulse in my heart to hug her, care for her, and give her warmth.

After a long time, he sighed.

I thought to myself: "I'd better work hard to earn money, so that I can give her a few more flowers."

It is of course more affordable to give money directly.

But he also knew what kind of character Mo Xiaodie was. If he offered money directly, this girl would definitely not accept it.

All he could think of was to do a few more carnivals.

The next day, when I woke up early in the morning, before dawn, I saw Mo Xiaodie busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

Another dozen or so.

I couldn't help but said: "You really don't need to work so hard. I don't have any requirements for breakfast. You can eat whatever you want."

"It's okay, I want to eat too." Mo Xiaodie said so.

With that said, Ye Mo couldn't say anything more.

After washing up, he went for a run. When he came back, Mo Xiaodie's breakfast was not ready yet, so he washed the changed pajamas.

There is a washing machine at home, and everything else is washed in the washing machine. What he washes himself is the pair of short pants inside.

Mo Xiaodie was busy in the kitchen, when she saw this scene, she suddenly felt guilty: "He didn't know that I was wearing his clothes yesterday, did he?"

Then I looked up, as if there was no camera in the room, so I felt a little relieved.

—Maybe it's just that the boy doesn't want to bother himself with his laundry.

After the exchange of singing last night, this time when eating breakfast, Ye Mo was not so restrained and felt a little more at ease.

It's just that he noticed that Mo Xiaodie, who was having breakfast with him opposite him, had wandering eyes and blushed from time to time.

It made him feel a little strange.