In the soundproofing room in the inner hall, Xie Yan was picking up the records that He Yin and Wen Miao had knocked out while playing. Lin Er went over to pick up the last few pictures and put them on the shelf: "Xie Tiantian, let's go too?"

Xie Yan put down the record and said lazily: "Wait a moment before leaving."

"What are you doing?" Liner asked him, "You want to play drums again?"

Xie Yan was interested in drums one after another. When he saw them, he wanted to beat them twice, but when he couldn't see them, he didn't mention them.

"Don't beat the drum." Xie Yan walked towards the guitar stand, took a guitar over, then looked at Lin Er, raised his eyebrows and said, "Looking at how unhappy you are, I'll sing a song for you to make you happy, okay?"

OK, of course, why can't it?

Liner promised very happily.

Although Nicholas Little Tiantian’s taste in listening to music is not very good... Oh no, although his taste in listening to music is not as good as the trend, his singing is still quite good.

The training room was renovated according to the layout of live       house. There was a slightly higher stage in front, so there were no seats in the auditorium, and there were two resting couches.

Lin Er took a pillow in his arms and sat down on the sofa.

Xie Yan took the guitar and sat on the high chair, and it looked quite like that.

He took off the vertical microphone in front of him, and there was no one else in the training room. The air was very quiet and the guitar melody could be clearly heard without the microphone.

Xie Yan plucked a chord casually, then lowered his eyes slightly, and spoke casually with the music: "Play cotton--"

Liner: "?"

As soon as this melody came out, Liner felt something was wrong.

When the phrase "smooth cotton" comes out again, Liner feels that something is wrong.

But Xie Yan didn't seem to see her expression, and continued to sing calmly: "Play cotton and cotton, half a pound of cotton is made into eight or eight, and the old cotton is made into new cotton."

Liner: “…”

The smile gradually disappeared.

Xie Yan: "I'll play cotton and I'll play cotton, so I can play cotton to support my family."

Liner: “…”

Stop singing.

Brother, can we stop singing?!

They are all their own people, so what do you want to say carefully and have to sing?

Xie Yan not only played the guitar seriously, but also played the cotton very seriously: "Play cotton and cotton. After playing this, go to the next house. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh."

Liner: “…”

Oh...ah???

Is that true, or a mother???

But Xie Yan became more stable and vowed to become a ruthless cotton-elastic machine: "Fun cotton, cotton-elastic, so that I can raise my baby to grow up."

“…”

Liner slowly raised his hand amid the stereoscopic music of "playing cotton" surrounding 360 degrees, and then covered his ears with pain.

The most painful thing this year is not being the kidneys being dug by her mother or being morally kidnapped, but listening to her boyfriend singing and playing cotton.

It's a buzzing cotton?!

She just wants to play his crisp head now.

"I can't go home if I play cotton or cotton. I can't go home if I play enough cotton."

“…”

Save, help.

The expression gradually became numb.

Breathing gradually became unsmooth.

Stop playing, brother, please go home now???

After finally finishing a song of cotton-puffed with magical sounds, Xie Yan wanted to have another song. Lin Er refused in horror: "Stop singing, Xie Tiantian, really stop singing."

If she continues singing, she will be in a bad position.

"Why?" Xie Yan raised his eyebrows, "I don't sing well?"

"..." Liner of course had to deny it, "No."

Singing is OK, but-

That's the song...

It's a bit unreasonable.

Xie Yan: "Why don't you listen?"

Liner: “…”

Of course I can't listen to it, a song of cotton is already the limit.

Let me have another song, she will die.

Who knows whether to plant sweet potatoes or screw screws in the next head?

She dared not take risks with her life.

So Lin Er racked his brains to bring up a reason that Xie Yan could not refuse: "Didn't you say you want to sing a song to make me happy?"

Xie Yan: "Yes."

Liner: "I'm already very happy now. If you sing again, I'll be overly excited. I'll definitely lose insomnia tonight."

Ah, that's it...

Xie Yan accepted this reason.

The next day, weekend.

At five o'clock in the morning, Liner got up with a pair of panda eyes.

She rubbed her vaguely painful eyes, drooped her head, stepped on her slippers, and went into the bathroom listlessly.

I have to say that the song of Xie Tiantian is amazing.

She had a nightmare of cotton-fueling all night last night.

This time, it was not just playing the guitar, but Xie Yan called Qin Ke and He Yin and others over, and they all had online accompaniment, playing and singing, and even a huge old antique cotton-pinning machine was placed on the stage.

While they were singing about cotton on the stage, old antiques were running around, and the popped cotton piles soon filled the entire stage.

It really responded to Xie Yan's words:

Half a pound of cotton is made into eight ounces, and the old cotton is made into new cotton.

Lin Er closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and completely cleared out the scenes in his head.

She bent down, turned on the faucet, and took some cold water and threw it on her face.

Finally woke up.

Liner spent ten minutes, cleaned up briefly, and then went out with a bag of milk.

It was already early summer, and it was getting earlier and earlier. The sky was shining with a light white fish belly in the distance. The wind was a little cool, and the air was filled with a little morning mist that had not dissipated.

It was too early and there were not many people in the city library.

Liner held the book and sat in an unhappy place.

Xie Yan looked at her face and suddenly asked, "Didn't you sleep well?"

Lin Er said "ah" in a vague way, as a response.

"Why didn't you sleep well?" Xie Yan asked again.

Liner: “…”

It can't be said that it was because of the song he sang, right?

People have tried their best to make you happy, worked hard and racked their brains. The guitar was played and the cotton was sung. She couldn't give him the last sentence "You made me have a nightmare"?

So, Liner decided to bite his teeth, swallowed it into his stomach, and said with tears in his eyes: "Because I'm so moved."

Xie Yan: "?"

Liner: "When I was sleeping last night, when I thought about my boyfriend playing and singing for me, I was so moved that I couldn't control my feelings and couldn't help but stay in the quilt and cry secretly."

Xie Yan: “…”

"I cried until the second half of the night, so I didn't sleep well." Lin Er was very moved and said expressionlessly.

Xie Yan: “…”

There is no need to be so moved.
Chapter completed!