After regaining his senses, Ye Hang looked at Xiya, who was blushing and somewhat at a loss. He was stunned for a few seconds before he opened his mouth to invite her,"
"Since that's the case, you can only get into my car.”
"If you don't mind, come on!”
He invited her with a hint of ridicule.
Xiya looked at Ye Hang gratefully and sat in the front passenger seat of the Aston Martin One77.
"Sit tight!"
Ye Hang called out and left the garage at an extremely fast speed.
On the way, Ye Hang lowered the car window slightly. Because it was close to the seaside, the faint sea breeze blew against his face, carrying a hint of saltiness.
On the streets, a familiar melody sounded.
It was Ye Hang's favorite Cantonese song," Let Everything Follow the Wind."
Hearing this melody, Ye Hang slowly slowed down the car and hummed along.
Seeing this, Xiya also imitated Ye Hang and lowered the car window, looking at him curiously.
“？？？”
"Isn't this version the one I sang before?”
Ye Hang, who had been listening for nearly a minute, muttered with a dumbfounded expression when he heard the singer's voice.
It was exactly the same song he sang at the bar a few days ago.
Their voices were exactly the same.
Why did it end up in the loudspeaker of a Ministores by the roadside?
"What's wrong?"
Xiya asked curiously.
"Listen carefully."
Ye Hang pointed outside and spoke.
" The wind blows, the heart is cold…"
As the voice rang out, Xiya recalled Ye Hang's soft snort in the car and looked at him in shock.
"Mr. Ye, do you still have the identity of a singer?”
At this moment, even Xiya could recognize that it was Ye Hang's voice.
It wasn't just a shop that was playing a song.
It was the entire street!
A classic song from the 1980s was once again played on the streets of Shen City.
Furthermore, it was not the original voice, but the version that Ye Hang sang in the bar previously.
Although the accompaniment was the same, the voice and the artistic conception expressed were completely different.
"I'm not a singer."
Ye Hang said rather helplessly.
He still didn't know what had happened.
"Then what's going on?"
Xiya looked at Ye Hang with her beautiful eyes and asked curiously.
"I don't know either."
Ye Hang spread his hands very helplessly, in a dazed state.
In order to understand the situation.
Ye Hang deliberately increased the speed of the car and rushed back home.
"The mysterious man's bar singing 'Let Everything Go With the Wind' has caused a sensation on the Internet!”
"Is this the sound of a voice that has been kissed by an angel?”
“.........”
Ye Hang searched for the words " let everything go with the wind " and a large number of similar headlines appeared in the recent news.
He clicked on it and looked at it for a few minutes.
Ye Hang finally understood.
Someone had recorded her singing and posted it on the popular Short videos app.
He didn't know which nerve of a large number of users was triggered, but it suddenly became popular.
The number of likes was approaching ten million.
Alright then.
Ye Hang really did not know about this.
Although Short videos were more popular, as someone who stayed at home, he preferred the style of Bilibili.
Therefore, when Ye Hang had nothing to do, he basically didn't play any fast tunes or shake his hands. Instead, he stayed on Bilibili.
He only learned about this today.
He turned on his phone.
It was from Zhu Jianqiang's WeChat, Jiang Xue's WeChat, Xu Meili's WeChat, and so on.
This was the first time Ye Hang's WeChat was so lively ever since he had this software.
They were all talking about the singing video at the bar.
Ye Hang replied one by one very patiently.
On the other side.
Xiya sat in Ye Hang's car and returned to Shenshi Bay No. 1. She did not walk towards her own house.
Instead, he ran to Yiren's house.
Downstairs.
"Come down and pick me up!"
Xiya called Yiren and said angrily.
"Sister Xiya, about that…I'm not at home right now!"
Yiren answered the call hesitantly.
It was obvious that he did not want her to go up.
"Who are you trying to fool!"
"Your lights are still on, and you're telling me you're not at home?”
"I'll give you three seconds to consider!”
"Uncle Yi asked me how you were recently.”
Xiya looked up and pursed her lips as she threatened.
"Big sister, good big sister, wait for me. I'll go down right away.”
Sure enough, his words worked. As soon as he said it, Yiren slipped into her slippers and ran downstairs.
"Humph!"
"Little brat, I can't do anything to you!”
Xiya hung up and said proudly.
A few minutes later, Yiren picked Xiya up and returned to her room.
In Yiren's room, logically speaking, girls her age should be pink and tender. The room's decoration style was also girly, like a princess.
However, the decorations in Yiren's room surprised everyone.
Not only was it not pink, but it had a somewhat tough style. It was not a Barbie doll hanging on the wall, but a supercar poster. There were not all kinds of dolls on the table.
It was a supercar model.
It was hard to imagine that such a gangster would be so obsessed with sports cars.
Ps: It's the end of the night today. The flowers are 12 million yuan short. Everyone, work hard ~. The evaluation votes are still 1,000 yuan short ~ I beg again.
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