Chapter 634 So What if You Are My Sister? (69)

Some people cannot be replaced.

Even if the encounter is so coincidental, even if the stories are so similar.

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Since Feng Xiao's performance came last, Luo Qingchen did not stay backstage, but watched the party from the front like everyone else.

Every show was exciting, but for some reason, she couldn't concentrate her thoughts.

Jiang Yijun was the penultimate performer. The moment he appeared, countless girls in the audience screamed.

Such a scene made her unconsciously remember that that boy was also so popular that year.

"Today may not be an ordinary performance for me." Jiang Yijun picked up the microphone, with his music team behind him.

He loved music since he was a child and formed his first band when he was eighteen years old.

This band has a characteristic: they never sing love songs.

Because in the eyes of Jiang Yijun, the host, he couldn't sing the love songs.

Maybe it's because he's never experienced love before, or maybe it's because he doesn't like love songs.

"Jiang Yijun, Jiang Yijun, Jiang Yijun——"

"Thank you everyone -" he continued gently and politely: "I want to give this song to the person who made me have the urge to sing a love song for the first time. I know she is in the audience."

He didn't say his name, but his eyes fell firmly on Luo Qingchen.

The next second, the accompaniment sounded.

The sound of the music is very soft, with the unique sound effect of the electric guitar, and its magnetic and natural sound——

Because I just met you.

Leaving footprints is beautiful.

The wind blows and the flowers shed tears like rain,

Because I don’t want to be separated.

…

Everyone at the scene cheered and sang along with his melody over and over again.

But at this moment, Luo Qingchen's eyes were attracted by a figure flashing past behind the curtain backstage.

She felt as if her heart had slowed down a beat, and she was completely stunned.

At this time, the door of the dressing room backstage was opened.

Because Feng Xiao was the last one to appear, she was the only one in the dressing room at this time.

"Qingchen, you..."

"Boom -" There was a sound of powder cake falling to the ground, and Feng Xiao originally thought that the person who came in was Luo Qingchen.

I never thought that it was him...

She looked at the person in front of her almost intently, her eyes filled with astonishment.

"You...you...you..." She said you three times in a row, but she couldn't say a single sound of the subsequent words.

"Do me a favor." The familiar voice of the young man sounded slowly, with a sinister and domineering look in his eyes that ordinary people had never seen before.

The next second, Feng Xiao nodded desperately. At this moment, his eyes were slightly reddishly.

After Jiang Yijun left the field, half of the people in the audience had already lowered their heads and played with their mobile phones.

They don't seem to be interested in the last person to perform. After all, the most exciting performance for them has already passed.

There was a piano on the left side of the stage that was surrounded by a curtain. Luo Qingchen thought she was going to that piano, but the field control signaled her to go to the piano on the right.

Sitting in front of the piano, Feng Xiao slowly picked up the microphone.

She thought she would turn around and nod to her, but she never thought that she would also speak pretentiously——

"I want to give this song to one of my most important friends." She pursed her lips, her voice choked up, but she still took a deep breath and said, "I want to tell her that her waiting will definitely make her happy." There’s a miracle!”

Luo Qingchen didn't know why Feng Xiao said this, but she only knew that she nodded towards her after finishing speaking.

Without having time to think, she pressed the first note.

The wind and rain turn into flowers, but time cannot catch up with the white horse.

Do you still hold on to the sleep talk in your young palm?

…

When one period ends and another begins. Feng Xiao slowly put down the microphone and raised a faint smile.

The next second, the curtain of the piano on the right slowly stretched out. The young man's fingertips beat skillfully on the black and white keys, and the familiar voice penetrated the layers of defenses and reached her heart.