But after hearing this song, Song Ci suddenly opened his eyes wide.
It’s really this song!
In his previous life, Yan Jiang sang this song at his 30th birthday party. He said that the song was written for the girl he loved and the name of the song was "Fei".
The song was arranged by Song Ci, and she still knows the music score by heart.
Song Ci quickly put down his phone and took out the violin from the case.
The KTV was very quiet, and everyone was quietly listening to Yan Jiang singing. Just as Yan Jiang sang "Missing is an addictive drug", a melodious violin sound suddenly came out through Song Fei's mobile phone.
Yan Jiang was surprised to hear the violin moved. It was the first time he'd heard Song Ci play this piece. It seemed like an improvisation, but it perfectly matched his song. It was like... tailor-made for him!
Could it be...
Does Song Song know this song?
Could it be that in his previous life, he had sung this song to Song Ci? Yan Jiang looked up at the warm orange figure under the light, a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes, and then was replaced by relief.
In this life, she is by his side, watching him make trouble and laughing with him.
That's enough.
Under the brilliant lights, Yan Jiang put on a charming smile, and then sang with a serious expression:
"I would rather bleed, I would rather be trapped in the darkness, I want to have every night I dream of you..."
In another parallel world, Yan Jiang, who hadn't waited for Song Fei to wake up, recalled Song Fei with longing. The boy, who was afraid of the dark, would occasionally use sleeping pills to hypnotize himself, hoping to have a dream after falling asleep.
Even if out of ten dreams, nine of them would show me the scary grandma with green face and fangs, but only one dream would show me the little girl.
Just like this, he felt happy.
After singing the song, Yan Jiang put his hands together and said to Song Ci: "Thank you, Song Song."
Song Ci said: "I wish Song Fei and Brother Jiang a happy life." Then she hung up the video.
Yan Jiang walked up to Song Fei, squatted in front of her, and placed his hands on her knees. Yan Jiang was much taller than Song Fei, so even squatting like this, he could look at her at eye level without looking up.
Yan Jiang gazed at Song Fei affectionately and said, "I wrote this song for you. It's called 'Fei'. Does it sound good?"
Song Fei saw the tears in Yan Jiang's eyes. She reached out and pressed Yan Jiang's eyes, and a bright smile suddenly bloomed on her cold face. "I like it."
She reached out and held Yan Jiang's head, leaned over and kissed Yan Jiang's forehead, and told him: "I'm very happy, Ajiang."
Yan Jiang directly hugged Song Fei's waist.
At this moment, Yan Jiang's good friend Wei Lai and his girlfriend carefully carried a three-layer cake into the private room. All the lights in the room were off, with only the flames dancing on the top of the cake.
Everyone was singing birthday songs to Song Fei. Song Fei sat in the dim box, looking at the cake and silently holding Yan Jiang's hand.
"Come on, make a wish!"
Song Fei clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and made a wish.
"Okay, blow out the candles!" Song Fei's cheeks puffed up, like a hamster that had stolen a lot of food.
She blew a long breath on the cake, extinguishing the flames. Then she quickly leaned over to Yan Jiang's ear and said, "I made a wish. I hope you will sing for me and our son again next year."
Yan Jiang silently held Song Fei's hand and told her: "From now on, the three of us will spend every year together."
"Um."
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Song Ci sat on the bed, wiping her violin, when Han Zhan came in with milk. He handed the cup to Song Ci's mouth. Song Ci drank the milk straight away.
Han Zhan sat down next to her and said, "I've never heard of the song you just played."
“The first time I played it, it was an improvisation.”
"Impromptu performance? Cibao is amazing." Han Zhan, a musical idiot who could only sing the national anthem and "I'm the Same as You," thought Song Ci was truly amazing. He could fly a plane, play the violin, piano, cello, guqin, and even compose music. He was simply a god.
He is so lucky!
Song Ci could hear Han Zhan's admiration for her, and she was quite surprised. "Do you really think I'm amazing?"
"Yes." Han Zhan never lies.
Song Ci blushed a little when she was praised by Han Zhan. She rubbed her earlobe and whispered, "I think Brother Han is also very good."
Han Zhan asked, "What's so great about him?" His expression was very serious, and he really wanted to know how great he was in Song Ci's eyes.
If Song Ci really wanted to explain, she couldn't recall it for a moment. She thought for a moment and said, "You're amazing in every way. When you put on your clothes, you're Han Zhan, the powerful CEO in the business world. When you take off your clothes, you're Mr. Han, the majestic man in bed."
Han Zhan: "..."
It was rare to hear Song Ci make such a dirty joke, and Han Zhan missed it quite a bit. "Your behavior reminds me of when I first met you. Back then, you were so talkative."
"No matter how flirty you are, you are still no match for Brother Han." Song Ci glanced at the clock and saw that it was already eleven o'clock. He hurriedly said, "Let's go to bed, boss. Do you still remember your rule of going to bed before ten o'clock in the evening?"
Han Zhan: "I'm getting old and have become quite forgetful lately."
Song Ci sneered, "Men's mouths are deceitful."
Han Zhan blurted out the second half of the sentence: "A woman's waist, a deadly knife?"
Song Ci glared at him, "Where did you learn all this?"
"You take care of me."
The two fell asleep after arguing, and in the middle of the night, Song Ci woke up with a leg cramp. Han Zhan was the first to wake up. He massaged Song Ci's legs until she fell asleep again, and then he went back to sleep peacefully.
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