Xu Mingxia was very arrogant, holding her neck high like a white swan.

"You silly woman, Xiao Qian can sing here, but you can't spend any money to invite her, do you understand?"

Over there, Li Xiaohan only looked at Xiao Qian, feeling that he was humiliated.

"Even if you are a child, if you sing "Let's Scull" to me, I will definitely whip you."

Xiao Qian smiled proudly, her eyes wide open.

"Just you? You don't deserve it. Just listen carefully."

While speaking, his fingers were already pressing down hard.

Suddenly, the melodious and sad blues sounded, a melody that no one had heard before.

Xiao Qian was able to lower her voice to prevent her overly bright boyish clarity from affecting the sadness in the song.

I knew you would leave

I didn’t expect you to leave without stopping

I haven’t had time to talk about it properly yet.

The past has become a blur

always want to save

Love but don’t have the courage to say it

I know I can't give you anything

I can only let you be free...

Li Xiaohan fell silent, his eyes that were still a little angry looked as lonely as an abandoned lamb.

Every word Xiao Qian sang penetrated into his heart, reminding him of the beauty of the past and the helplessness he felt when he lost it.

I really don’t know how an eight-year-old child can understand such unforgettable things?

But Xiao Qian's continued singing made him cover his face, and his sadness turned into sobs.

I recall the time we spent together under the moon

A pot of wine and moonlight are just like your tenderness

Suddenly, looking back, the past remains the same

The bitter wine enters the throat and the heart aches...

Li Xiaohan's sobbing had turned into howling, and even though so many people were watching, the tears still couldn't stop flowing.

There is no shame in a man crying, it would be the same with anyone who has lost something he cherishes.

He has needed this kind of vent for a long time. In the past, he only had wine, but now he has his own voice.

finally you go

I still have my wine

Even if my throat is sealed with blood, it is my last pride

Fortunately there is still wine

heartbreaking pain

Even when you are drunk, you will revisit the past.

This last glass of wine

Goodbye forever...

The melody gradually slowed down and the singing gradually stopped. A man's crying made many people's eyes red.

Xiao Qian had stopped playing and just looked at the crying Li Xiaohan, waiting for him to recover.

Jing Qi's nose was red, and she tried hard not to cry, but she couldn't suppress the sourness that arose.

Borrowing the paper handed to Li Xiaohan, I also used one.

"Little brother, this song is so nice. What's its name?"

Xiao Qian smiled slightly.
Chapter completed!