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44 Happy tonight, illusory (seeking a monthly ticket~~)

When the words "Happy Tonight" appeared on the screen.

Everyone thought they were wrong.

What is this for?

Is this boy going to send them away with this song?

This is too pretty, right?

But when the prelude came out, they reacted.

Of course, Lin Cheng was the first to react.

As a half Cantonese fan, of course I have heard a lot of classic Cantonese songs. I can’t say what is better than Mandarin songs, just like she can also listen to Hokkien, English, and even Russian.

Spanish songs.

It just took a little time to find this song that is not well-known in the mainland.

And it's a classic old song, so not many young people know about it.

At this time, everyone's eyes were still focused on the boy, who just stood beside the song ordering screen with a microphone in his hand.

There was no light over there.

In the darkness, he could only see his usual white shirt and slightly squinted eyes.

It's like a vast stage, but the singer is gone.

The accompaniment sounded, but its owner did not appear where the light was on.

Xia Chen just didn't want to stand in the middle of the light and let everyone look at him.

It is not intended to be the focus of any group, any place, anytime.

Just listening to the accompaniment, the familiar node arrives, and then speaks slowly.

At this time, there is no need to look, who is watching me, who is watching me.

Xia Chen has not received professional training, nor does he say that his voice is a unique natural sound.

He's also not emotionally rich, just boring.

But it doesn't hinder him, a unique calmness emerges calmly from his voice.

"From Eden in the dream, come to my pillow.

There is only an inch between dream and reality. "

……

When this very clear voice and fairly standard Cantonese grammar came out through the microphone.

The few people sitting on the sofa were a little sluggish.

The first time this kind of singing came out, they didn't think it was very pleasant, it was not a natural sound.

Not to mention the so-called smoky voice and hoarse magnetic voice that are now rotten on the street.

Here, you can't hear any special features.

You just feel flat, ordinary.

But inexplicably, there is something in this voice that can attract you and hold your heart firmly.

It is a kind of profundity that reveals plainness.

It was a yellowed fallen leaf that looked ordinary in a dry well.

Lin Cheng fell into it immediately.

She heard it sensitively, and something caught her in the voice.

"How beautiful the story is, the ultimate is separation.

Don't dare to be curious, tarnish the ending.... "

The slightly elongated voice leads to the arrival of the high X part.

The boy's movements were very calm, leaning against that corner, holding the microphone, without exaggerated head raising, or affectionate involvement.

Without deliberately controlling the pronunciation and emotional control of each character.

He was just normal and kept singing.

"As if no one dared to touch it, the secret is now revealed.

Thinking about it tomorrow, we can't bear it. "

"Happy... tonight.

Nothingness... ethereal. "

Lin Cheng looked over, as if she wanted to see the boy through the dark mist.

Her vision couldn't be said to be very clear, but she could see the young man in the darkness, holding the microphone, and smiling relaxedly at herself.

Singing doesn't require much effort.

There is no need to deliberately express emotions.

Xia Chen's smile seemed to have settled in the well water of the old well.

as he sang.

Seemingly happy tonight.

Actually illusory.

The joy of all, on the occasion of life, at the station of life.

Just a bubble.

The boy's smile is even more so.

His voice is not attractive, and his singing is not advanced.

He also doesn't have a strong emotional expression, and he even looks ordinary and not very good-looking.

But he just has such magic.

Can't tell.

How many moments like this are there in life?

Lin Cheng didn't know.

She held the wine in her hand.

- Listen straight.

Keep listening.

"After talking about love for a lifetime, I found that the wish was extremely small.

Leave a little, the aftertaste of the distance is still a heartbeat. "

"Happiness...tonight, nothingness.

It's better to be shaken like that. "

The last sentence is finally coming.

Just before this sentence.

Lin Cheng heard Xia Chen's soft sigh.

I don't know what he is sighing about.

Did the song remind him of something, or his own voice, reminded him of something?

Lin Cheng didn't know what Xia Chen was thinking at the moment.

But after this sigh, the curtain came to an end.

"Happy tonight, illusory.

It's better to be shaken like that. "

……

Xia Chen put down the microphone.

He walked back to the sofa and sat down.

With a snap, light a cigarette.

At this time, everyone slowly regained their senses and applauded sparsely. They didn't know whether it was right to applaud like this.

But I always want to dedicate something to such a special song.

They see a lot.

They coincidentally thought of something.

own past.

own now.

The wine in my hand.

Cigarettes in your own pocket.

When did you ever retain the boy you had kept?

When did the boy who left him go away.

They all seem to go a long way.

a moment.

Scenes of memories.

All at night, all in darkness.

Slowly depressed, slowly fled away.

Slowly, only the interlacing of darkness and light in front of me, the blurred light remained.

The sloshing of liquor.

Luxuriant, feasting and feasting.

Happy tonight, it turned out to be just... nothingness.

"Xiaochen... I didn't expect you to sing so well..."

Sun Yaming looked over in surprise and couldn't help admiring.

Xia Chen shrugged.

"Does it sound good? Actually, it's average, not as good as you professional KTV players."

"Hahahaha...you can still talk, you really deserve to be a treasure boy!"

"It's amazing, it's amazing, if it's really singing so well, it's already a star, who can't sing and dance rap?"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

In the box, there was soon laughter and laughter again.

Just as Xia Chen thought.