And there is Mr. Zheng, the only person who truly cares about her.
Unfortunately, he was sent to a sanatorium by Zheng Honghai two years ago.
I couldn't help but sigh, Zheng Honghai is really a piece of shit.
The evidence for this is going to be baby, and as for tomorrow's engagement party...
hehe...
He stood up and walked towards the study. The original owner was a resident singer on a YY voice channel called Shengshengdongting.
From the memory, I found that the original owner was still alive and not depressed, thanks to her group of fans.
She is very dedicated in her two regular microphone rehearsals every week, and with her clear and ethereal voice, she has won a lot of supporters.
However, this situation changed a week ago, which happened to be the first time Ye Zhen mentioned the issue of proxy marriage.
That night she heard a very familiar voice on the channel again. The anger and sadness made her leave angrily.
The fans who were waiting for her were hurt by her actions.
The fan club couldn’t get in touch with anyone later and didn’t know how to explain it.
Xunmi sighed. The original owner had a good temper. When he was angry, he would just go up and start scolding. Why was he running away?
I turned on the device and checked the time. It was three o'clock in the afternoon.
The microphone scheduling time for Shengshengdongting is always at 8 o'clock in the evening, and she will hang the number in her own nest.
I found that in my memory there were usually two to three hundred people AFK, but this time there were only a pitiful thirty or so.
【Public Screen】
Little Loli: Hey, I don’t know what happened to Xunmi Goddess. It’s been a week. Have you contacted her?
Mengmeng Rabbit: No, I’m just worried that something happened to Xunmimi.
The purest smile: The goddess would never leave without saying a word.
Haitang: I am worried too. I hope the goddess will come back soon. But that newcomer Xinxiang is so annoying. She always criticizes our goddess.
Kangaroo: It’s just jealousy.
Looking at the thoughtful frown, could it be that the heroine knew that it was the original owner and did it on purpose?
That’s right, it’s because the original owner used the word “search” directly.
Although these two words are very common, not everyone can remember them when they see them, unless they are particularly familiar with them.
He turned on the voice, adjusted the microphone, and then spoke.
"Thank you very much, I'm fine. It was just a coincidence that there was a problem with the equipment that day."
"I didn't have time to tell you, and then I went to inspect it, so I was delayed. I'm sorry."
The public screen that was originally chatting was stunned when it heard the sudden sound.
It took me a while to realize that the goddess appeared.
Lihua: Ahhhh, goddess, you finally appeared. I missed you so much. I feel like the world has lost its light when I can’t hear your voice.
Yueyaer: I just want to say, goddess, please give us some special treatment to compensate us.
Money Tree: Sing, sing, sing.
Looking at the booing public screen, Xunmi chuckled twice, "Okay, I have time today, I can sing two more songs for you."
"If there's an old rule you want to hear, then let's start with a poem about the past."
"Holding the pen and laying it flat on the rice paper, I splash ink into a painting that lasts for years; pouring wine and pushing the inkstone, I write again about the old man's three lives between his eyebrows; slamming the table and getting up, I suddenly wake up from the ancient thoughts."
"Looking back on the past, I hear storytellers talking with their eyes closed; fingers fall and sigh, a mottled door hides the young man..."
The gurgling sound of the tea rose is like the originally magnificent sea, which is given a mysterious charm by the sudden leap of a dolphin.
One moment I was shocked by the majestic waves, and the next moment I was immersed in the beautiful king breaking through the waves.
This is a deep and majestic book about the past that is difficult for a woman to sing, but it is sung by Xunmi with a touch of magnificence.
"Tracing back the world and collecting the books, I sigh after seeing so many sails, what is the purpose of life?"
Especially the last monologue, which makes the feeling of having experienced vicissitudes of life yet being self-indulgent be conveyed to the listeners through the voice.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that I’m a person who sings with passion.
This is the first thought in the mind of those who hear it.
The small nest, which originally had only about thirty people, gradually had more than a hundred people, and it seemed to be steadily increasing.
Xunmi wasn't paying attention; she was looking at the song list the manager had sent her.
"Wow, are you guys planning on making me lose my voice today?"
"It's so cruel, but... seeing as you're so enthusiastic, I have to fight too."
I picked out a song called Qinghu Mei to soothe my throat.
The ending tone was drawn out, with a lingering teasing: "Hey, Qinghu Meiyo."
There is a bit of charm in her tenderness, and a bit of charm in her gentleness. At first glance, it sounds like a yellow oriole just out of the valley, the cry of a kite and the chirping of a phoenix, crisp and bright yet soft.
Listening to it again, it is like the gurgling of water and the wind blowing through the willows, soft, gentle, charming and affectionate.
The already ambiguous charm of Qinghu made her singing sound three parts alluring, three parts teasing, and four parts innocent.
With her voice that could change easily and perfectly and her excellent singing skills, she conquered the song, and also conquered him and everyone else who strayed into it.
When everyone was captivated by her voice that was both welcoming and rejecting, she sang the refreshing White Lotus.
When she stopped, everyone was still not satisfied and felt like they had experienced an auditory baptism.
It turns out that voices have more than just one kind of ups and downs of tone, and it turns out that a song has more than just one side of the perfect artistic conception.
They are fans-seeking people themselves, and the brainless ones directly transform into loyal and loving brainless fans.
Even the true fans have become crazy fans, not to mention the loyal fans. Even passers-by have been attracted by her.
【Public Screen】
Xiao Huajiao: Oh my god, it turns out the legend is true. Once you hear the sound, you will miss it for the rest of your life. I finally understand.
Qingfeng Xuxu: Goddess, you are finally back. We have been waiting for you for so long.
520: I have been listening to the goddess singing for a long time, and each time it gives me a different feeling. Goddess, you are always unique and irreplaceable.
Looking for a crazy fan of the goddess: Look at my vest, goddess, I love you, do you need a bed warmer, a servant, or a thigh pendant? I want someone who has been to college and can beat up gangsters and mistresses.
Shanmu: Those upstairs, please get out of here. Those who are trying to steal the goddess will be dragged out and torn into pieces.
Xunmi looked at the lively public screen with a smile in her eyes, which reminded her of the dimensions in which she had been reincarnated as the author, CV, and Mai.
The fans are just as cute and heartwarming as the ones in front of us.
Come to think of it, she hasn't added the effect of the Mermaid's Voice yet. If she had activated some more cheat codes, wouldn't they be kneeling down and calling her queen in no time?
"Hmm~~~ I've been singing for two hours now. I need to take a break. I'll go to the microphone rehearsal at 8pm. Now I'll chat with you guys."
There was a soft nasal tone in his words, like the sweetness of ripe fruit, turning into alluring tail feathers and entwining with the heart.
A nameless fire rose from the bottom of my heart, flowed over my thirsty throat, and instantly ignited the beautiful thoughts that I couldn't forget or speak falsely in broad daylight.
The man in front of the computer had veins popping up on his stern face, and his eyes were flashing with a hot light like a flame that could burn everything.
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