He has a fan.

This song tells a story of a young man. He has been doing a daydream in his life.

Until the end, he was a loser.

However, the original author used an impassioned tune to tell this story like black humor.

Zhou Yiyang heard the original version of this song, but today he is still moved by Wang Yan's version.

Wang Yan sings himself.

He laughed, and the smiling world was too crazy.

He cried, crying was too bitter.

He yelled, and the story of the roar is too common, telling you and me.

Tang Yan and Su Yin have never spoken.

They will be kidding, but they will not make a joke.

"It's too strong." Tang Yan had to admit: "I start to worry about Rui Rui now."

"Well, shouldn't you care about Xuan'er who has already been sung? Is it, you think Xuan'er lost!"

"Ignore the two comedians next to me." Zhou Yiyang opened the serious mode: "Wang Ye chose a very good song. I think he should be touched by the lyrics to sing so deeply. I like this song very much, I like this song,

I also thank him very much for his singing. A good singer should not be buried, congratulations on you. "

The barrage is also very harmonious, almost everyone is boasting.

Even if it is a fans of the less month, you must admit that Wang Yan sings very well.

But they are not afraid, they still have Rui Rui!

Wang Yan himself was a little uncomfortable.

Until someone patted his shoulder, and then passed a bottle of water: "Maybe you are right, even if you don’t shaders, you can win the championship."

The agent pulled the corner of his mouth: "Don't cry, Lao Tzu can't get used to the male artist crying. Let's call your parents!"
Chapter completed!