The dew condensed into water droplets on the leaves and slowly slid down, wetting the ground. A not-so-hot red sun was slowly rising.
Sparrows or other birds stood on the branches and sang to their hearts 'content, playing the music of the morning.
Chen Zhixing was completely emotional. The morning light was faint, the dew was slightly condensed, the birds were singing, and the sun was rising.
A handsome young man in a white short-sleeved shirt was sitting on the steps with a guitar in his arms. He was playing the guitar and singing slowly.
The sparrow outside the window is talking on the telephone pole
You say this sentence, it feels like summer
The pencil in my hand goes back and forth on the paper
I use a few lines to describe who you are to me
You and me both want to know the taste of saury
The fragrance of our first love is thus found by us
The warm sunshine is like freshly picked strawberries
You say you can't bear to eat this feeling
It rains all night, my love overflows like rain
The fallen leaves in the yard are thick with my longing
A few words can't cool my passion
You appear on every page of my poem
It rains all night, my love overflows like rain
The butterflies on the windowsill are like beautiful chapters in a poem
The song wasn't rhythmic, but it was exceptionally pleasant to listen to.
Coupled with a slightly hoarse and magnetic voice, the song was perfectly displayed.
The voice was very gentle and made people feel very comfortable.
Even the staff in charge of filming were immersed in the song.
This song was really too suitable for the occasion. The sparrow happened to be standing on the telephone pole and chirping, waking up the people who were sleeping soundly. It made people feel that it was a little talkative.
The beautiful song was like a flowing stream, crisp and clear, but it was a little far from the villa.
However, the faint sound of the piano still woke some people up. For example, in the girls 'room, someone opened his eyes in confusion.
It was Wang Beibei. At this moment, she was wearing pink pajamas and her hair was a little messy. She looked up from the blanket in a daze and thought that she was dreaming.
Why did he hear someone singing?
Calming down, he held his breath and listened carefully for a while. It seemed that someone was indeed singing. Whether it was good or not, he would not say.
Wang Beibei, who was woken up, was a little angry. She picked up her phone and took a look. It was only a little over six o'clock. She buried her head under the blanket and wanted to force herself to sleep.
Unfortunately, that voice seemed to have a force that could penetrate all obstacles, flowing straight into her heart from her ears.
I continue to write
I'll love you forever at the end of the poem
You're the only thing I want to know
It rains all night, my love overflows like rain
The fallen leaves in the yard are thick with my longing
A few words can't cool my passion
You appear on every page of my poem
The full ears of rice make this season happy
And your cheeks are like ripe tomatoes in the field
You suddenly told me that the name of Qilixiang is very beautiful
But now I just want to kiss your stubborn mouth
It rains all night, my love overflows like rain
The fallen leaves in the yard are thick with my longing
"Ah…"
Wang Beibei was about to go crazy. She threw the pillow to the side and realized that everyone else seemed to be sleeping soundly.
She was the only one who had woken up, and she immediately paused her anger and became cautious.
Unable to fall asleep, Wang Beibei wanted to go out for a walk and see which annoying fellow was singing so early in the morning.
It was too torturous. Wang Beibei hurriedly got out of bed and walked out without putting on makeup, washing up, or combing her hair.
In the director's office.
"Ah…Beibei, your image is ruined."”
"You're still beautiful without makeup, aren't you, Old Qin?" Jiang Dunhao exclaimed.”
Qin Xiaoxian was stunned and immediately replied,"Ah, yes."
" The exciting scene is coming," Zhang Shao said." I want to know if she will still be angry when she sees that the person playing the guitar is Chen Zhixing. Let's wait and see."”
Wang Beibei had just stepped out of the villa when a cold breeze blew over, causing her to shiver.
She regretted not wearing more clothes. There was heating in the villa, but it would be gone when she came out.
The pajamas she was wearing were very thin, and her ankles were exposed. She gritted her teeth and followed the sound. She had to see which annoying fellow was singing so early in the morning.
Didn't she know that she would disturb others 'sleep?
As Wang Beibei gradually approached, Chen Zhixing's focused appearance came into view. However, the scene in front of her made her freeze.
The morning light was faint, and the red sun had reached a certain height. The golden light fell on Chen Zhixing's body. A thin youth with a handsome face and a golden ratio figure was holding a guitar and singing seriously.
He was deeply immersed in it. A few sparrows landed beside him and chirped, as if they were echoing his singing.
The sparrow outside the window is talking on the telephone pole
You say this sentence, it feels like summer
The pencil in my hand goes back and forth on the paper
I use a few lines to describe who you are to me
Wang Beibei didn't know how she walked over. She only remembered the song and the image of Chen Zhixing holding the guitar and singing seriously.
This man's appearance seemed to be deeply engraved in her mind.
It was only when Chen Zhixing got up and came to her side with a guitar to help her tidy up her messy hair that Wang Beibei hurriedly stood up and put on a men's jacket.
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