Su Ling was actually a little confused. She felt that life was like a big dream, but she woke up from the dream, but was in another kind of reincarnation.

What you love has become false, and what you once gave is not worth it. But what you hate seems to be that way.

She also caught a cold and had a cry before she was guarding her grandmother's window.

Su Ling's eyes were a little empty and her face turned slightly pale. She looked quite sad.

Qin Xiao whispered, "Can you go to the hotel first?"

Su Ling nodded. They found the nearest hotel. At that time, Qin Xiao's whole body was soaked, with water dripping on her body. Her cheeks were pale and her eyes were red.

Qin Xiao opened two rooms and sent Su Ling back to the room.

She pursed her lips and gently brought it to the door.

The scene that never happened similar was that he chased her and insisted on giving her anklet, which scared her very much.

Qin Xiao did not mention the letter, and Su Ling did not say it. Qin Xiao sent her back, and then called the front desk to send a set of clothes over.

This is the first time I met someone who asked to send clothes at the front desk. Their place is relatively remote, but they also prepared bathrobes for the guests.

The price offered by Qin Xiao was very touching, but the customer service couldn't help but ask: "Sir, are you going out?"

"Um."

Soon the clothes were delivered, and Qin Xiaohua took a shower in a few minutes.

When he stepped out the door, the front desk quickly gave him an umbrella. Then he saw the man's tall back disappearing in a rainy night.

"It's so heavy rain, why did he go out?" The front desk was very curious, but he knew that the customer's affairs were not very much in charge. She had to be on duty, so she simply chatted with her best friend: "Just just now, a couple with super good looks came to our hotel."

"...Oh, don't believe it. That handsome guy just went out. If he had the chance, I'll take a picture for you."

"It's raining? It's raining, and I don't know what he's going out for."

Fortunately, she doesn't chase stars and watch dramas much, and she doesn't recognize Su Ling.

She chatted for more than ten minutes, and the man walked back.

The customer service saw him carrying a guitar behind his back.

There is a store selling musical instruments nearby, but the customer service didn't expect him to run out so late to buy a guitar!

I was so surprised that I forgot about the secret photos.

Qin Xiao took the elevator up and went straight to Su Ling's room.

He knocked, and her low inquiry came from the other side of the door: "Who?"

"I, open the door."

Su Ling had already taken a shower and covered herself with a quilt. She had learned the lessons from the last time and did not want to open the door for him.

"I'm going to go to bed."

Qin Xiao lowered his voice: "It only takes five minutes, okay?"

She hesitated and got out of bed and opened the door for him.

He was covered in cold air outside, but the moment he saw her, he bent his lips.

Su Ling saw the guitar on him, and she raised her eyes, and her black and white eyes reflected his appearance at this time. She never knew that Qin Xiao could play the guitar.

She knew he could do a lot of things, such as shooting, riding horses, racing cars, but she didn't know he could play guitar.

Qin Xiao is almost thirty, and the days when he learned to play guitar in his second year of junior high school are really long-lasting to remember.

I thought he was handsome at the time, but after a year or two, I sneered at it. In those years, he learned a lot of bad things, smoked, drink, and fought, but never touched the guitar again.

The guitar teacher smiled and said, "If you play it to any girl in the future, she will be happy."

He snorted, feeling that no one deserved him, Mr. Qin bowed his head.

But at this moment he thought of her, she was so young, and she was a whole round smaller than him after she was born a few years later.

Will girls of this age really like this kind of thing?

If someone told him ten years ago that in the future, you would go to the dark history to please others, and he would definitely beat him to death.

However, at this moment he was standing outside her door, trying to give her everything.

She was so sad that his heart was about to break.

Her eyelashes were stained with the water vapor in the bathroom, and she didn't understand what he was going to do: "Qin Xiao, what are you doing?"

He smiled: "Sing for you."

She was stunned.

Qin Xiao was afraid that she would refuse: "Five minutes, don't laugh if you don't sing well."

She didn't know how to deal with this kind of scene. She had to admit that Qin Xiao had always been a illiterate and domineering and unreasonable person in her heart. She had never heard him sing.

She shook her head: "No, it's too late, go to bed."

The room is not soundproofed.

Qin Xiao leaned against the door and took out the guitar and hung it on it. His slender fingers randomly stroked it on it.

The empty corridors are filled with the sound of guitars.

He looked a little slutty and smiled, "If you don't like it, I'll play outside, huh?"

Su Ling had no choice but to do anything about him, and she couldn't even think about sadness for the time being. She glanced outside and said, "Then... then you come in."

He stepped in and wrapped her in a quilt: "Let's go on the bed, it's cold outside."

Then he sat on the chair beside the bed and adjusted the lower sound.

Su Ling was wrapped in him so that she only had a small face exposed outside. She saw that he was serious, so she looked at him quietly.

The man was twenty-eight years old, completely different from the sunny and handsome little boy in her school. He had already faded away. He had lost the youthful vigor of the boy, and left behind something more mature. Perhaps he did not laugh often, and his face was cold.

It looks gloomy when you don't speak, and it's fierce when you squint.

However, at this moment, he lowered his head, with a smile in his eyes, singing Chen Chusheng's "Girl", a song from several years ago, his voice was low-melt-

How many times have I dreamed of you, girl

Dreaming of your beautiful smiling face

Watch your letters and sing your songs

The song is so desolate

How many times have I dreamed of you, girl

Dreaming of your beautiful smiling face

The sun burns for you, the moon rises for you

The stars blink for you

heyhey~

Girl, I miss you so much

My heart is broken for you

The sun burns for you, the moon rises for you

The stars blink for you

She looked at him.

Knowing that Qin Xiao was coaxing her, he saw her confusion and sadness, and knew that it was painful for her to lose her relatives. Qin Xiao probably doesn't like to sing. He frowned many times and tried hard to recall the lyrics and music scores.

He made a mistake twice, but he corrected it back the second time.

He didn't like it, but he was still singing it. It was obviously a cheerful song, but his temperament was too domineering and he sang another feeling.

The man lowered his head and did things that were not in line with his age. He was coaxing him and he was reluctant to love his baby.

Su Ling has heard many good songs. In addition to the subwoofer that Qin Xiao was born to sing, the rest was too bad. However, at this moment, he was the st moment she had ever seen in her two lives.

He persevered and played for the third time, and she blinked her eyes and tears fell.

The next note is broken.

He froze and was a little panicked: "Hey, no matter how ugly I am, you won't cry, right?"

After all, I haven't touched anything for ten years. If I hadn't thought about her young age, he wouldn't have done such a superb thing.

His slightly rough fingertips brushed across her cheeks: "Don't cry? If you don't shoot, don't shoot."

She didn't hide this time, and let him wipe his tears.

Qin Xiao threw the guitar in the corner, and he scolded him in his heart. He would be stupid and stupid when he touched this again in his life.

The man's movements were rude, but when he touched her cheek, he naturally took a lighter movement. He said helplessly: "Su Ling, why do you love to cry so much?"

She sobbed twice, and her voice was sweet: "I...I feel sad."

He didn't know how to comfort her, after all, he was used to being cold and unrestrained, and his tone was a bit frivolous: "What's the matter? The normal situation of birth, old man, sickness and death. When my old man died, I should still live the same way, just a person's fate."
To be continued...