Ye Kongqing, who was watching the live broadcast on TV at home, immediately sat up straight and opened a bag of potato chips excitedly.

A few years ago, she would never have eaten this kind of food. It was unhealthy and easy to gain weight.

But now the spokesperson for these potato chips is her daughter. Ye Kongqing bought them and tried them for a while with the idea of ​​supporting her daughter's career.

Who knew that after eating it, Ye Kongqing gradually became obsessed with these snacks.

"Hey, it's all Su Yin's fault." Ye Kongqing ate potato chips without any burden: "It would be great if she endorsed some health products."

"But Mr. Zhou was really creative and asked He Lianbei to sing in the radio room, and to sing to the person he loved. This was simply the most romantic act a student could make in our era."

In fact, not only Ye Kongqing's generation, but also countless people in front of the screen were reminded of beautiful and hazy memories by He Lianbei's actions.

Wang Xingrui looked up at the starry sky and sighed:

"It's so romantic! Isn't this the plot in a novel? The handsome school sweetheart sang a love song that only belongs to her for the female lead in the radio room. What a beautiful youth!"

Lin Xuan'er and Tang Yue had goosebumps all over their bodies.

"Stop, stop, stop," Tang Yue stopped Wang Xingrui's thoughts: "If the girl doesn't like him, how embarrassing this scene will be!"

"Indeed," Lin Xuan'er nodded: "But you can't dwell on this kind of scene. It's better to retain a little romantic atmosphere."

"Are we too deep into the drama?" Su Yin interrupted them: "This is obviously the part that leads Brother Bei to sing!"

The audience is already familiar with Zhou Yiyang's routine and knows that this is just a design for He Lianbei to sing.

However, when they saw this scene, they still couldn't help but start to reminisce.

Recalling the high-spirited boy in the class, recalling the girl on the playground who had a charming smile, recalling the classmates they spent day and night with...

He Lianbei sat in the radio station, and the camera naturally switched to the room where he was.

He Lianbei stretched out the microphone and said hello a few times before continuing:

"This song is dedicated to my former deskmate. I just want to ask now, are you okay?

It's called "My Deskmate"."

After finishing speaking, He Lianbei strummed the strings dazzlingly, and the melodious sound of the guitar caught every listener and brought them back to that era of fluttering white clothes.

Everyone who has ever read a book has had a deskmate.

Some of you may still clearly remember the faces of your classmates when they were young, remember a certain sentence you said, and remember a certain moment that made you laugh or cry.

Some people racked their brains and seemed unable to remember the face of their deskmate, as if their memory was covered with a layer of dust. They even forgot her name, but felt inexplicably sad.

The middle school students and even elementary school students who were watching the show were obviously more excited about the song.

Because they all still remember their deskmates, maybe they even had a quarrel with their deskmates yesterday!

When the college students at the scene heard the title of the song, they couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

They have all gone through the days of being with their deskmates every day.

The four Yuesaos all went to high school, and they all had roommates.

At this moment, they all closed their eyes, wanting to follow He Lianbei's singing and get into the time machine to meet their classmates.

He Lianbei's singing never disappoints. Even though this is a not-so-difficult ballad, he still sings it so seriously.

And as soon as he opened his mouth, people were enchanted by his deep, magnetic voice.

[Will you remember it tomorrow?

The diary you wrote yesterday

Will you still miss me tomorrow?

You used to cry the most]

But these four short lyrics made many people's hearts tremble.

"As expected of Mr. Zhou!" Lao Ma patted his thigh again. He felt that after watching this party, he might fall into Zhou Yiyang's trap and become his fan: "These lyrics are so well written.

Not obscure, yet so charming.”

"And this tune is not difficult," Xiao Fei tried to hum it and found that he already knew it: "This kind of song is really popular in school, and the spread of it will be very scary!"

"No," Lao Yang had even begun to recite the lyrics at this moment: "As long as I learn this song, carry a guitar and sing downstairs in the girls' dormitory, I will be single in no time!"

"Come on, you!" Lao Ma mocked: "You have a face like He Lianbei's? And with your broken voice, what should you do if you scare people! But, do you still remember what your tablemate is like?"

Lao Yang shook his head and said seriously: "You made me think about it, but I really can't remember it. I was naughty and mischievous at that time, and I often changed my roommate. To be precise, no one else wanted to be my roommate.

table."

"You can see it," Lao Ma smiled: "I am different. My deskmate in elementary school is very beautiful, and all the boys in the class are envious of me. She also has a special fragrance on her body. Whenever I think of her, I can smell it.

That smell. So when I heard this song, I felt a little sad. After graduation, I never contacted him again."

"Maybe everyone is already married." Xiao Fei guessed ruthlessly.

[Teachers can’t even remember

You who can’t guess the problem

I also look through photos accidentally

I just remembered you at the same table]

He Lianbei's next four lyrics are even more real. For many people, their deskmates are already distant existences.

But one day you will think of her, and then you will beautify that period of the past, and you will also beautify her in your memories.

He Lianbei sang this song extremely easily, and he didn't use any skills. It only felt comfortable to everyone.

When they hear this song, they will think of the past and their classmate. They will feel a little sad and regretful, but they will not burst into tears.

The students present were all mesmerized. When the camera shot across them, immersion was written on every face.

They were immersed in this song and the beautified memories.

Zhou Yiyang didn't say anything. He also thought of his deskmate.

Well, that is a girl who is a bit short.

He Lianbei looked down at the guitar, his face full of longing. His voice was like clear spring water, washing away all impetuousness.

[Who married you who is sentimental?

Who read your diary?

Who tied up your long hair?

Who made your wedding dress?]

When he sang here, he did not deliberately hit the high notes to release his emotions.

He still restrained himself, imagining that he was the protagonist in the story. Occasionally he turned out the photo album and saw that face that he might have forgotten a long time ago, and then memories came to his mind.

At that moment, he would definitely not ask excitedly, because he knew that the person in his memory stayed in that time just like this photo.

"Hey." Lao Ma took a sip of water: "The lyrics and the melody are so poignant. I was really afraid that he would suddenly make a particularly passionate statement in the chorus, but luckily he didn't."

"That's true," Xiao Fei on the side nodded: "This feeling is just right now. It's just that faint melancholy, just like the feeling I felt when I heard this song."

"I found out," Lao Yang said with dancing joy: "The songs at this party tonight are all very listenable. They are not the kind that suddenly burst into flames, or a high note that makes you scream to your heart's content. On the contrary, the more you listen, the more you listen.

, the more you want to continue listening to it, the kind that you listen to over and over again.”

When boys listen to this song, they can't help but think of her at the same table.

When the girls listen to He Lianbei's singing, they can't help but think, will someone think of them somewhere far away?

When the broadcast room became quiet, the listeners woke up as if from a dream.

They suddenly wanted to know what their deskmate was doing.

And He Lianbei also ended his singing. He smiled at the camera, said "treasure" softly, then stood up and left the broadcast room.

At this moment, the audience had withdrawn from the previous emotions and finally gave their belated applause together.

But Guan Fei just glanced at the barrage, and she felt relieved.

Because the numerous barrages were all praising He Lianbei.
Chapter completed!