Song of Qingqiu

The strings are flicked in the hand, and the music comes out.Mo Yuan sang softly.This was the first time Bai Qian heard him sing.The voice is deep and thick.It's the famous don't cry by Guns&Roses.

Bai Qian doesn't know much about rock, but she also knows that don't cry is not the most profound song of guns&roses, but it has touched too many people because of its straightforwardness.She didn't know what it would be like to sing this popular song in Moyuan.

I only heard Mo Yuan singing in a low voice: "Talktome softly," the voice is just like the lyrics, gentle and mellow, as if whispering very lightly in someone's ear.

The singing sounded again, "I know how you feel inside, I've been enthere before." The tone became a little more serious, Bai Qian stopped the wine glass in her hand, and hung it in mid-air.Mo Yuan lowered his head at this moment, Bai Qian couldn't see his face, nor could he look into his eyes, but she seemed to think of that night again, of his slumped in the small bar, and of his love for him. She lightly narrated what was on her mind, as well as the look in his eyes when he sat and watched Liu Yun just now.

Indeed, as the song sang, she had been to that place in his heart.

"Don't you cry tonight." Mo Yuan's voice became a little heavier, and slowly entered the refrain.This song don't cry doesn't have too complicated lyrics and melody, it's simple and clear, and cuts into the theme, but it's just right.

Mo Yuan's deep and slightly hoarse voice echoed in the restaurant.Just like the night wind blowing into the restaurant at this time, it has a little strength, but it is still warm, swirling in the warm air, soothing everyone's heart.

The guitar gradually became stronger in his hands, showing a sonorous sound.He raised his head at this moment.He looks at her.He just felt she was beautiful, especially tonight.The blue floral dress showed her fair and tender skin, delicate nose bridge, shawl hair, and a yellow frangipani pinned to her sideburns.Lovely.He felt that she was like a flower, swaying gently in his singing, exuding a leisurely fragrance.

He felt a little dazed, but the music sounded in his hand again, as if reminding him and urging him: "and pls don't take its sobad, and the times we had."

He couldn't explain why he chose this song.Just because I saw her small figure shivering in the street that day in the wind?At that time, when he put his coat on her, he wanted to sing this song called don't cry to her.

"pls remember, how Ifeltinsidenow." He felt that he sang a little too much.

He has sung songs for so many years, he studies the melody, he pays attention to the rhythm, he pays attention to the coordination of melody and lyrics, and he is very familiar with this song, and he has sung it more than once on stage and among friends.But he never felt able to integrate himself so completely with the song.

He looked up.He looks at her.He saw her slightly raised smile, and also saw her eyes that were still bright in the dim light.He suddenly felt that his heart was beating violently. With the singing and the rhythm, the beating became faster and faster, and the beating became tighter.

"Don't you cry, don't you cry." He sang over and over again.He wants her to know his feelings more and more, and also wants her to hear his thoughts and songs.

From the moment she stepped into his classroom, into his world, he was captured by her.In her charming eyes, he could always see confusion and uneasiness, and he could also see that she was always slightly lost in class.He knew she had something on her mind, a very heavy mind.But he just wanted to say to her, as the song says: "don't cry, and I love you."