As soon as Mo Shangyun and Yan Tianxing came over, the dog-legged players automatically gave way to their seats.

Some people brought beer and drinks, and some people placed the barbecue just out of the oven.

Mo Shangyun did not sit, but stood at the square table, his fingers bent on the table and tapped, and used the pretense to emphasize seriously: "Please captain, this style can not be raised."

"Respect, respect! This is our respect for you!"

"You have worked hard, you should, you should."

"We are willing, and there is absolutely no meaning of "please"!"

...

A group of dog-legged people talked immediately.

Yan Tianxing hooked the chair out without saying a word, motioning Mo Shangjun to sit down.

It’s better to eat barbecue while it’s useless.

Mo Shangjun sat down honestly when he touched his nose.

A group of people next to him giggled.

The roasting staff has changed a lot, and the messy table was cleaned up within thirty seconds.

Subei Hebu was busy for a while, finding a place in Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing to sit down.

The freshly skewered skewers are still warm. The meat and vegetables are evenly arranged. Not much of each, but none are lacking.

Mo Shangyun loved the meat skewers very much, picked up one and began to nibble.

Some people like to dump the skewers from the skewers before eating them, and they taste more elegant-such as Shangru who just sat down not far away. She is the most slick one on the scene.

However, the rest of the people were used to the troops. They even sat down in the mud. The most disgusting quagmire had been there. It was really unpretentious. How easy it was to eat a skewer. Some female team members consciously moved closer to Mo Shangyun after comparing Shang Ru and Mo Shangyun.

It can’t be said that Shang Ru’s is not, it’s not bad, after all, people live a refined life at first glance. If you change to a group of people, you might think that Mo Shangyun is "ugly."

But the girls present were all pseudo-rough old men. They could not pursue the realm of Shangru, and they could only move closer to the free and heroic realm of Mo Shangyun.

"Skewered, freshly roasted with some chili."

After eating a skewer, Mo Shangyun shouted to the skewer over there.

"How much?" Chu Ye turned around and asked, his eyes curved with a smile.

This is just a random question, but after Mo Shangyun pondered it, he really gave an accurate answer: "Add twice as much spicy."

Chu Ye: "..." What is your basic spiciness?

Lifted a stone and hit his own foot

Yan Jin took the chili pot silently and sprinkled chili directly on the skewers.

——After all, he estimated that Mo Shangyun would forget what the "basic spicy" is and how to measure the spiciness when he eats a new batch of skewers.

Anyway, add a little more chili, that’s right.

Chili peppers rise and fall in the hands of Yan Jinjin, like snowflakes in the sky.

Mo Shangyun glanced at the time and admired the little teacher's "vigorousness".

"Well."

Yan Tianxing gave Sprite, Coke, beer, and milk to her.

"Look at your posture..." Mo Shangyun glanced at the four extra cans on the table. His eyebrows flicked slightly. "Aren't you going to help?"

"My delicate stomach cannot bear this level of spiciness." Yan Tianxing admitted very frankly his shortcomings.

"Right."

Staring at him halfway, Mo Shangjun thought of his stomachache that night a few months ago and nodded in agreement.

Yan Tianxing: "..." Somehow, Mo Shangyun's attitude of approval made him a little uncomfortable.

Some facts, he can say, others can't.

In particular, Mo Shangjun's eccentric eyes reminded him of certain unpleasant experiences.

*

The Jizhou organization took out the musical instruments in the wooden house.

These are brought by the team members.

Many of them have some talents. Evening parties that are really organized in normal times will make them lively and perform. When they are free, they will practice and their skills will not be rusty.

At a party like this with female team members, they will definitely not forget to show off.

Therefore, they all moved the instruments to the wooden house in advance.

There are quite a lot of styles. In addition to guitars, harmonicas, and clappers, there are some people who find novelty and tambourine that they temporarily learn in the army.

I heard that there were people on the women’s team who had learned the cello, violin and piano, but their troops could not find these instruments, so they were all very stunned and could not show their talents.

The guitar is more popular, and it is considered to be easy to learn. There are two members in the team. Others want to learn and some want to join in the fun. Over the past few years, they have basically learned more than half.

Therefore, when the instrument was first moved out, the guitar was more sought-after, and in a blink of an eye it was lost.

As soon as they rolled their sleeves, they began to show their talents.

Sao Bao, like Mu Cheng, also roared with two voices, attracting the attention of the female players led by Liang Zhiqiong.

Mo Shangyun heard them screaming, eating their skewers with their heads down, and then when they heard the sound of music, they looked back.

I heard it was a temporary hold of Buddha's feet, but I didn't expect that they played quite well.

Moreover, the coordination is not bad.

The audience enjoyed their faces very much. They all gathered around with food, some listened carefully, and some were in harmony.

Oh, the song title is "Return to Target".

Mo Shangyun withdrew her eyes indifferently, thinking that she was far from this more and more retro era and could be calculated in light years.

After the song was finished, Mo Shangjun bit the corn and whispered softly: "There is a talented singer who will invite us to the next generation, bringing a classic old song that has been widely circulated, "One Two Three Four Songs". "

Her voice is very soft.

The atmosphere around is lively.

When whispering, it was just a ridicule, but did not expect to be heard clearly by Yan Tianxing who was next to her.

Yan Tianxing heard a sound, lowered her eyelids and looked at her, and saw her small movement of lowering her head and lip curling, obviously dissatisfied with the track, but the appearance of complaining in a low voice was cute and tight.

"Are you going to try a good start?"

Yan Tianxing was close to her ear, her voice was low, and the magnetic voice was filled with a cheerful smile.

Looking at him sideways, Mo Shangyun said: "It's a long way off, don't disappoint."

Yan Tianxing said: "I heard that you have piano level 10."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows in surprise, "How do you know?"

"Your brother said."

Startled, Mo Shangyun smiled sternly, "What happened more than ten years ago, the hand was born a long time ago."

This is true.

Although he was thrown to his hometown since childhood and studied martial arts in his spare time, Cenzuo gave birth to a baby girl for the first time and felt that she should not be stocked like Mo Shangshuang, so some rich wives and officials suggested that girls should learn piano.

Of course, Cen Yun also asked Mo Shangyun's opinion.

However, Cen Tuo asked: Are you willing to share the same dining skills.

Mo Shangjun was deeply influenced by Su Heng, the neighbor next door. He felt that "many skills do not press down" is very reasonable. In addition, because of the incompleteness of the age, the problem was not comprehensive, so he jumped into Cen's pit silly.

Cen Tuo enrolled her in a piano class, and Mo Shangjun studied regularly.

Su Heng has "teached" Mo Shangyun since childhood: he should study hard when he is playing; study hard when he should learn. Do what you want to do at any time, and don’t let it happen if you decide what you want to do.

All in all, Mo Shangyun was still serious about taking classes, and later passed a ten-level test all the way, which was a bad deal for Cen Tuo.

In fact, at that time, Cen Tuo had already left this matter behind. And after studying for a few months at Mo Shangjun, I realized that I should let Mo Shangjun choose what I chose. Later, I asked Mo Shangyun if he didn't want to learn. However, Mo Shangyun at the time thought that his family was poor, and the tuition fee was also a sum of money. It must not be wasted, indicating that he could continue to study.

But after so long time, it is estimated that she would have to prepare for a few days to let her play a song smoothly. Not to mention the "tenth level" ability.

"The guitar will definitely not be lost." Yan Tianxing said.

"So determined?" Mo Shangyun raised an eyebrow with a chuckle.

"After all, not only the general public, but also handsome."

Mo Shangyun: "..." knows her too well.

She plays the guitar occasionally.

The junior high school started contacting, the high school had tossed around, and the university occasionally displayed it.

The reason is the same as what Yan Tianxing said-after all, handsome!

And, it's simple.

But she didn't really want to show off.

The first is unnecessary, and the second is too much show... highlighting her "handsome".

"Really not?"

"Eat yours."

Mo Shangyun wrapped the cold pork belly with cabbage in his hand and stuffed it into Yan Tianxing's mouth.

Yan Tianxing stuttered with his hand.

Because everyone's attention is on the "program", few people noticed this scene.

But Shang Ru, who was standing in the crowd like a man, was seen.

Bai Lizhao, who was sitting together in fear of the fight between them, also saw it.

Shang Ru had some clues before seeing the two of them, but now a glimpse of it is not an accident, but after being confirmed, he is still surprised.

She thought that the target of Mo Shangyun would be the young man.

After all, when they stand together, they are also very suitable, and they are still connected.

She could not think of anyone other than that young man who could be suitable for Mo Shangyun.

For Mo Shangyun, people of the same age all seem "naive". Their experience and thinking... No matter how good people are, they will be worse than Mo Shangyun.

Now, her target is an officer.

Looking at the age of only thirty, it’s not a big deal, but it’s enough to depress the aura of Mo Shangyun; this age is already two bars of Samsung, and the level of excellence can be imagined; the appearance is beautiful, kind of evil charm, kind of elegant There is a temperament that can only be cultivated in a family with a background, and automatically draws a line with a person around him...

Mo Shangyun was in front of him like an ordinary person.

On the one hand, Shang Ru felt that Mo Shangjun found such an object, which was not an accident; on the other hand, she saw Mo Shangjun being sought after and very popular, even the objects are of this level... Mind.

I just talked to others about the status quo of Mo Shangyun, but I found that Mo Shangyun's life was exactly the opposite of what she thought...

She was very uncomfortable, feeling that her organs were all knotted.

While she was upset, a figure suddenly flew in front of her.

Like the wind.

The hair was startled.

Shangru's goose bumps are all up.

She glanced at it only to see that the other party had passed through the crowd.

She frowned and didn't care anymore.

Ding Jing was almost forcibly taken out by Baili Zhao.

She had just thought about squeezing to the front to "show a hand", but she didn't expect that the guitar had just been handed, and was pulled away by Bai Lizhao.

"What's the matter?"

Pulling the ripped jacket, Ding Jing asked her somehow.

What's wrong?

"You and Mo Shangyun are in a dormitory, you should know the situation of Mo Shangyun." Bai Lizhao glanced at Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing, and said to Ding Jing with a stern look.

"Ah..." Ding Jing thought about it carefully, and said, "It depends on what happened."

Bai Lizhao said seriously: "Dr. Song came over two days ago, and it has been revealed that Mo Shangyun has not sought him for psychological counseling since returning."

Her seriousness and nervousness caused Ding Jing to converge on her playful thoughts.

In a trance, I thought Mo Shangyun was mentally ill...

Ding Jing settled down and asked, "So?"

"I think the last rescue operation will cause a certain psychological shadow for her." Bai Lizhao said, "She is still young after all."

"……what."

Ding Jing began to think about Bai Lizhao's concerns.

Bai Lizhao asked: "From your observation, did she have any abnormal behavior recently?"

"..."

Mo Shangyun has recently fallen into a passionate state, and throwing dog food from time to time, is it considered abnormal behavior?

its not right!

Subei and Liang Zhiqiong are much more than Mo Shangyun...

"no……"

Seeing Bai Lizhao asked so carefully, Ding Jing was not sure for a while, and it was inevitable to be a bit false when he answered.

"Without she would force Yan team to eat?" Bai Lizhao's voice suddenly increased.

what?

Ding Jingzheng.

Stuffed... the problem is big... is it...

Even if you take a bite of me, that is, in a large audience, it is a little indecent.

Ding Jing feels that he has some connection with Bai Lizhao's brain waves.

"So, so?"

"Do you know that Mo Shangyun has always been interesting to the Yan team?" Bai Lizhao's head was big.

"...Know, know." Ding Jing blinked puzzledly.

Is there any logic?

"I told her not to hang herself on a tree, so she didn't listen. Now she's crazy enough to feed Yan team, I guess Yan team is not good to get angry with her in person, but she goes on like this, The relationship between the two of them will definitely get worse in the future..." Bai Lizhao analyzed it very seriously, and then stared at Ding Jing. "You and Mo Shangyun are in a dormitory, you must stare at her! Don't let her do it. Silly thing. I will discuss with them in northern Jiangsu, and one day I will find an opportunity for her to see Dr. Song..."

"..."

Ding Jing listened in shock to Bai Lizhao's serious idea.

My mother Zhao, do you dare to bend your brain circuit a little more...

"Zhao Ma!"

Ding Jing understood what she meant, and after shouting her loudly, she raised her hand and pressed her shoulder.

Bai Lizhao, who was analyzing, spoke abruptly and looked up at her suspiciously.

Sighing softly, Ding Jing met her gaze and asked seriously: "Don't you think that Mo Shangjun and Yan team are interacting?"

"how is this possible--"

Bai Lizhao just wanted to deny, but the words suddenly stopped.

It seems... there is... this... maybe? !

Bai Lizhao stared at Ding Jing with wide eyes.

Ding Jing patted her shoulder and nodded vigorously.

Suddenly, Bai Lizhao finally made a stunned voice, "Really?"

"Ok."

With a raised eyebrow, Ding Jing nodded his head definitely.

Bai Lizhao: "..."

She needs to be slow.

Fearing that Bai Lizhao would be overwhelmed and fell over, Ding Jing embraced Bai Lizhao's shoulder, then turned sideways, raised his hand in the direction of Mo Shangjun and Yan Tianxing, and then slapped her on the shoulder again, saying, "You Don’t think they match well?”

"Ok……"

Jing Jing said that it really matches.

It may be a sudden change of mindset, so that Bai Lizhao's thoughts can't help changing.

I used to think that the atmosphere of the two of them staying together is not normal. It seems that Mo Shangjun deliberately haunted Yan Tianxing. But now I suddenly feel that...it means a little bit of falling in love.

Bai Lizhao was shocked.

"I need to be slow," Bai Lizhao said.

"Sing a song?" Ding Jing invited her.

Bai Lizhao shook his head.

She should take care of this matter.

After all, these are two very opposite extremes.

There is something wrong with Mo Shangyun's mentality, and she has to think about it.

Bai Lizhao was sitting on Maza near the fence, "thinking about life", Ding Jing focused on the show, saw the topic was almost over, turned around and left, re-enter the crowd.

I don't know when the retro songs became popular music in recent years.

Ink Jun, who has always been sore about their tracks, was finally relieved.

She wore military uniforms and sang military songs, she had no problems.

Now the military uniforms are removed. Everyone's casual clothes come together to have a party with young men and women. As a result, some military songs from earlier years are produced, which is a violation of the sense of violation.

Young people...it always feels a bit young and energetic.

"Satisfied?" Yan Tian Xing asked teasingly.

"Ok."

Mo Shangyun, who was full and nodding, nodded in satisfaction.

At this time, Chu Ye brought the newly baked food over, but his eyes could not stop moving towards the place where the crowd gathered.

Mo Shangyun smiled and said, "Don't look at it, go play."

"I……"

Chu Ye hesitated.

After all, he and Yan Jin are assigned to barbecue at this time.

"The taste is wrong, I bake it myself." Mo Shangyun said, pointing to the direction of the crowd. "Eat the food too."

"..."

Chu Ye gave Yan Tianxing a glance.

Although Mo Shangyun spoke, the opinion of his captain is also very important.

Yan Tian Xing nodded slightly.

Chu Ye's eyes lit up and immediately squeezed into the crowd with the freshly baked skewers.

Mo Shangyun got up with a light smile, clapping his hands to make a barbecue with Yan Jinzhao.

Yan Tianxing looked at him with a smile, and did not care about her.

*

The show changed from round to round.

Performers are randomly matched.

The atmosphere is just right.

Any track, can sing together and come to sing together.

Various fancy performances.

Liang Zhiqiong is proficient in singing and dancing, and has become the most dazzling one. But she has been in this place for a long time, the girl's vanity has long been polished by "comradeship", and there is no other purpose except to show it here in Shangru. So most of the time, they are pulling other female players together.

Of course, no one took it.

Even if you are not good at it, no one says no.

Ding Jing forcibly grabbed the guitar, shouting to perform, let others cooperate with her. As a result, she learned her guitar for half a month, and the only one in the "Peach Blossoming Place" was extremely harsh, and everyone listened quietly with a smile. However, Ding Jing really has a good voice, leaving them stunned in one place.

In the intermittent sound of playing music, she forcibly suppressed the lack of music with good singing.

Everyone looked at her with wide eyes, this extremely powerful contrast, it just made the sounds around them gradually calm down, and everyone unconsciously cast deep attention on Ding Jing.

"Sister! Let's sing aloud!"

Halfway through the singing, Ren Yu couldn't help but came out and expressed the mood of everyone present.

Ding Jing swept the foot and proudly said, "Go away, don't disturb me playing."

Ren Yu quickly flashed away, but her knees were still swept by her toes, almost kneeling for her on the spot.

Others snickered for a while and said words like "make people play well" and "respect Sister Ding". They just ran out of Ren Yu.

Isn't it a serious occasion, people love to show their guitars, but they still have opinions? !

Sing aloud, there are opportunities in the future!

Ren Yu was inexplicably squeezed by them to the periphery, which was very wronged.

Yan Guichao made a grimace and laughed silently.

Ren Yu sighed.

...

Shang Ru felt that he was out of step with this atmosphere.

She thought she was very good at integrating into various atmospheres.

At the very least, it can "integrate" on the surface.

She can handle all kinds of gatherings in school, at work, privately, openly, and in various forms.

She feels that they can handle these people's gatherings.

But the real problem is that these people politely greet her, welcome her, and give her a few words to her, and there seems to be nothing wrong. However, she clearly felt that she had no common language with them.

She couldn't understand why she had such a good voice, Ding Jing, why she was attached to the guitar.

She couldn't understand that Liang Zhiqiong, who had a boyfriend, could take pictures with other boys on his shoulders, while Peng Yuqiu just watched with a smile.

She could not understand that they did not drink or persuade, but they bet in private, who would drink a few sips tonight, and the bet turned out to be early in the morning to help sort out the housework.

...

Everyone's relationship is so harmonious.

The atmosphere here is harmonious, joyful, warm and relaxed... No one wants to overwhelm others, there are not so many intrigues and dog blood bridges.

The beautiful girl will laugh in the presence of everyone, regardless of the image.

The girls "conquered" the boys by directly suppressing them with alcohol. Yu Yitong blew a bottle of beer without wrinkling his eyebrows, which scared several boys pale.

Shang Ru trance remembered a long time ago, it seems that there are fragments of memory like this.

However, there is no such truth.

Too far from her.

She stood in the crowd, knowing everyone treated her courteously, but she felt isolated.

Sometimes, she would think about looking for Ji Zhou.

However, Ji Zhou seems to be "busy" all the time, not attending the show performances, not being close to the onlookers, occasionally doing things, and occasionally chatting with people.

When he was doing things, she found Ji Zhou several times and approached with help, but they were rejected by Ji Zhou on the grounds of "guest".

The sense of distance and strangeness frustrated her.

Yes, guest.

Everyone is the "master", but she alone is the "guest".

"Hey, do you want one?" Qi Qi put on Shang Ru's shoulder.

*

Tang Shijing stood outside the crowd, watching absently.

She was holding a bottle of soy milk with a straw in her hand.

Soy milk was given to her by Ji Zhou.

Ji Zhou is responsible for the music and drinks.

I heard that I prepared a box of soy milk. I thought no one was drinking it. As soon as I opened it, I was robbed. Not only female players, male players also like to drink.

When she went, she took a slow step.

A bottle in her hand was given to her by Ji Zhou.

Soy milk has a strong aroma, sweet taste, not greasy, and delicious.

Yu Guang occasionally glanced aside, Ji Zhou felt dissatisfied with the base of the hot pot and was looking for ways to add seasoning to it.

When he did this, no one dared to come close—because no one could do as well as he did. And it's the kind of "criticism" that can make people react for a long time.

"Tang poem!"

There was a figure before him.

It is Wen Zhixin.

"Eh?"

Tang Shi, who was peeking, quickly moved his eyes, apparently a little frightened.

Wen Zhixin took a step back quickly. He raised his hand to the back of his head and smiled at her with some regret. "Scared you?"

Tang Shi shook his head, "It's all right."

Wen Zhixin was relieved and looked into her eyes with a little caution.

"Is there anything?" Tang Shi asked.

"I play guitar with my brother, can you come and sing one?" Wen Zhixin didn't dare to stare at her directly when he asked, but glanced left and right, but after he finished, he suddenly lowered his head, eyelid Hanging slightly, staring at her carefully and carefully, her voice is very soft and her tone is very fast, "Song Ci and Yuan Qu say you sing very well."

"Well."

Tang Shi was hesitant.

She wanted to refuse.

However, she paused for a few seconds, and as soon as she found a reason to speak, she heard a noise from the crowd.

The person in front of the performance has already ended, and in the applause and whistle, she saw Shang Ru walking out of the crowd.

The performance area is a separate area. The color of the stones under the feet is different, and the ground is slightly higher. A few chairs will be placed on it to allow the performer to sit, because the height will not make the peripheral audience feel that the performer is blocked by the crowd.

The gS9 team members have always given their faces a lot. In order to make a good impression on the "guests", let alone, Aoao cheered and hugged Shangru to power.

Tang Shi quickly glanced at the other side, seeing Ji Zhou stopping his hand movements, leaning his head slightly, his eyes fell on the stage.

Tang Shi bit his lip, his mind was a little shaken.

"Just play, don't have any psychological burden. Your team except the Mexican team, everyone is on the court!" Wen Zhixin saw that she did not respond in time, persuading a little nervously.

"……Ok."

Taking a breath, Tang Shi nodded toward Wen Zhixin.

Wen Zhixin immediately smiled and couldn't wait to run away to inform Wen Zhi of the reason.

Instead, he lost the Tang poetry.

Wen Zhigu, who looked at this scene from afar, gave a blank look at the excited Wen Zhixin.

-Just like his idiot, still want to chase someone?

My brother said he was not optimistic at all.

...

Shang Ru chose an English song.

Most people haven’t heard the song, and there’s no way to play it. Originally, Peng Yuqiu would have met, but because of Liang Zhiqiong's warning, he didn't show the limelight.

Shang Ru did not cater to their repertoire, but chose a cappella.

The effect is quite good.

Xu Shi was the first time tonight to hear a foreign language song. There were quite a few players listening quietly.

Everyone gives face, don't add chaos casually.

Tang Shi listened quietly.

Good to hear.

Standard pronunciation, fluent song and gentle voice.

She took the time to glance at Ji Zhou.

He Ran discovered that Ji Zhou was concentrating on adding hot peppers to the hot pot, standing across from him with ease, wondering what he was saying to him, with a faint smile on his face.

She glanced two more times and saw that Ji Zhou was also laughing, very gentle kind.

Suddenly, Ji Zhou turned her head and glanced in her direction.

She had no time to hide, and her eyes slammed into him, but she was caught off guard.

Ji Zhou was only stunned for a moment, I am afraid that it was less than a second, the smile on his eyes was wide, and even the gentle moonlight in his eyes was a bit tender.

Tang Shi nodded at him, a little cramped, but kept as calm as possible.

After a while, the two looked away from each other.

...

The soup in the hot pot is tumbling, and the smoke is spreading upwards, and it is in the air.

Bu Yirong put two pieces of konjac in, and then asked Ji Zhou: "It's not like you dragging like this."

Ji Zhou put two pieces of corn and said, "I'm not sure."

Bu Yirong asked: "Are you still her?"

"she was."

Looking down at the ingredients, Ji Zhou put two more sweet potato slices.

"Hurry up," Bu Yirong said. "Several of our team want to chase her."

Ji Zhou glanced at him and said nothing.

After a slight meal, he looked at the ingredients rolling in the hot pot, "Don't you not like corn?"

Ji Zhou lightly laughed: "You don't like to eat konjac."

Step by step, he smiled clearly.

understood.

Shang Ru is still singing, but no one at this hot pot listens seriously.

Right as background music.

*

Mo Shangyun came over with his grilled skewers.

"Come, try."

She brought the plate to Yan Tianxing.

When eating barbecue, Mo Shangyun is a typical carnivore. In her supper world, drinking and eating meat is king.

However, Yan Tianxing may prefer to eat some vegetarian food at night because of stomach problems.

All grilled on ink is vegetarian.

I have eaten a few meals with Yan Tianxing. Even if Yan Tianxing doesn't know which flavor he likes, Yan Tianxing can see.

"What about mine?" North Jiangsu said as he reached out his hand.

Mo Shangyun gave her a white look and opened her hand directly.

Yan Tianxing picked up a string of thousand-page tofu, and North Hebei Road: "Find steps to let go."

"..."

Lying trough, did you end?

Such a feeding...too stingy.

Subei withdrew his hand in silence, surprised because of Yan Tianxing's "end", and for a time he even forgot to paint his ink.

"It's pretty good to sing."

After glancing back, Mo Shangyun glanced at Shang Ru and heartily praised it.

Su Bei squinted at her, "Why didn't you see me praise you?"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Mo Shangyun said in surprise: "Praise your "Jasmine"?"

Subei stared at her, "I still play the guitar."

Yan Tianxing said: "General."

Although I haven’t heard Mo Shangyun play, Yan Tianxing thought in his heart... everyone’s playing here, in Mo Shangyun here, is of a “normal” level.

"Well, so so."

Mo Shangyun raised his chin and raised his eyebrows provocatively towards northern Jiangsu.

Su Bei, who was bewildered inexplicably: "..." She just wanted to eat a bunch of grilled skewers made with ink on it. Why did she still have a lot of "dull"? !

It's terrible!

Su Bei snorted, got up and left the place, looking for steps to complain.

Mo Shangyun whispered something with Yan Tianxing, intending to get a hot pot to eat.

...

Shang Ru came off the stage, and it was his turn to mix Tang poetry, Wen Zhigu, and Wen Zhixin.

The combination of the twin brothers plus Tang poetry caused a more sensational effect than Shang Ru’s.

Not to mention anything else, Tang Shi is definitely in the top three in the men’s team in terms of character and handling.

——Mo Shangjun ranks firmly in the first place. It is because her sense of existence is too strong. Most of the time people will think of her involuntarily, which is also impossible. Of course, the big premise is that although Mo Shangyun has a relatively lacking personality, he really has nothing to say about doing things for others. Moreover, people like Yan Gui, Yan Jinzhao, Duan Zimu, who have relatively strange hobbies, tend to be more owed by Mo Shangyun.

Shang Ru returned to the crowd, but this time he did not stand in the middle, but in the outer part.

When she was on the stage, she paid special attention to Ji Zhou-she had never seen Ji Zhou looking at her side.

With a little anticipation, she expected Ji Zhou to concentrate on her own affairs and was not interested in all the performances.

However, I never imagined that Ji Zhou had stopped and stood next to the hot pot table, facing the performance stage in front, looking at the people on the stage with a smile in his eyes.

She froze, staring at it for a while.

And Ji Zhou, who felt the gaze here, leaned his head and looked over here. After meeting her gaze, she nodded politely, only for a short time of one or two seconds, and quickly moved away.

His eyes returned to the stage.

The show has already started.

It's a very common song, it's very simple, everyone can sing it, naturally it's not as difficult as Shangru's.

Tang Poetry sounds good, rhythm and music is okay, but after all, I have not learned to sing and have not so many skills. In the eyes of Shang Ru who has learned it, it is of an ordinary level.

However, Ji Zhou's eyes fell on Tang Shi throughout the journey.

Shang Ru, who was watching the scene, bit her lip lightly and closed her eyes at the moment when the last word of Tang poetry was finished.

She still had illusions about Ji Zhou, then she was a fool...

*

Rap rap.

eat and drink.

Noisy.

The time has passed.

However, the atmosphere is more lively, cheerful and harmonious.

The plan should end at nine o'clock, but the time has been dragged on and off, and it is almost ten o'clock.

Mo Shangyun, Yan Tianxing, Bu Yirong, and Ji Zhou were all in charge, as if they didn't see the time, and no one stopped it and declared the end.

"It's time to leave, who performed the last one?!" Finally, someone asked.

Everyone's wishes are still not exhausted.

However, the final performance made them suffer for a while.

The last performance tonight should be slightly different...

So it cannot follow the previous pattern.

Something special.

Realizing this, those people who had scrambled to perform before had calmed down and did not dare to take this responsibility hastily.

Of course, there are reasons why they don't want to stop here tonight.

For the men's first team, this model is very common and common, because it will be organized once every three times.

However, this is the first party between the men's first team and the women's second team, and the atmosphere is completely different...

After a long silence, someone raised his voice and asked, "Who is coming?"

"Mo Shangyun!"

Ding Jing, who had just learned that the sweet potato that had been simmering had been eaten by Mo Jun, roared very angrily.

However, the rest of the people who do not know why thought she was answering the previous question.

Someone finally thought of Mo Shangyun, who was floating between hot pot and barbecue and Yan Tianxing, enjoying the joy of food, but disappeared from the list of performers.

——It's so much fun to forget such an important person!

"The Mo team, come on!"

"You actually let go of the Mexican team?"

"I can't believe it, you will make such an unforgivable mistake!"

...

Suddenly, all the sights were brushed, all concentrated on the ink standing on the side of the hot pot.

Even Shangru is no exception.

Under the eyes of all eyes, Mo Shangyun calmed down and ate the last bite of sweet potatoes.

"Finished."

Mo Shangyun looked at Ding Jing, and said with regret that there was no guilt in his eyes.

——Heaven and Earth conscience, she feels that sweet potatoes are getting cold, and she is afraid of waste.

"It's time to finish the show!"

"Team Mo, you can't escape this time!"

"Mo Mo, perform a chant, you have so many talents..." Yan Gui gazed at Mo Yun with his eyes.

The next second, most of the people surrounded her.

"Must come one! Come one!"

They started to coax and their enthusiasm was high.

Next, almost everyone shouted—

"one comes!"

"one comes!"

"one comes!"

Mo Shangyun smiled lightly and tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about what to perform.

at this time--

In the tumultuous voice, I don't know who played the harmonica.

All the sounds were quiet in a moment.

This is a melody they are all familiar with.

"Auld, lang, syne", this is a familiar song. This is a very famous poem, which was later composed of music and became widely circulated. At the same time, it has also been translated into many languages. In their country, the name of the song was translated as "Friendship forever".

This is a song very suitable for the end of the party.

The melody at the beginning is enough to make people cry.

The trumpet player is Yan Tianxing, who is standing in the doorway of the wooden house and is hidden in the shadows.

Heh--

Seeing clearly the existence of Yan Tianxing, everyone at this moment can hardly restrain himself.

Yan Tianxing's performance is the same as Mo Shangyun's performance...it's not bad!

However, they usually dare not coax Yan Tianxing.

In fact, they are more inclined to Yan Tianxing's performance than Mo Shangyun...

After all, Mo Shangyun is easy to get along with, and he is extremely "hyun", so he will come to the show. However, Yan Tianxing made people dare not coax him in such a lively occasion, even if he thought of him.

So, right now, everyone is well behaved, listening to the sound of music quietly.

Mo Shangyun looked at Yan Tianxing under the eaves, his eyes blinked, his eyes burst out with a light, a shattered light, like a shining star, very beautiful.

She took two steps back and jumped very easily. She raised her hand and stretched it upwards. Her fingers brushed the locust tree branches above her head. When she landed again, a complete locust tree leaf was already sandwiched between her fingers.

One more step was the fence. She leaned back, leaning obliquely, her right leg bent slightly, and she stood relaxed.

Behind her is a leafy locust tree, with branches spreading around and a bunch spreading over her head, shaking up and down due to her previous shaking. Moonlight leaked from the gap between the leaves and hit her, floating slightly.

Two fingers pinched the leaf, starting from one end to the micro-end, the fingertips passed by, and the leaf was handed to the lips.

She raised her eyes, and her eyes fell across Yan Tianxing, separated by a heavy figure.

Yan Tianxing is also watching her.

There are so many people in the middle, but their eyes meet.

Everyone knows, watching each other.

Sounded.

The rhythm and the harmonica miraculously coincide.

A part of the eyes looked towards this side, with amazing colors, everyone's eyes were bright.

However, in such music, no one dared to speak out easily.

Step by step, he stretched out his hands and took the hot boiler that was rolling.

"Should, old, acquaintance, be, forgot, and, never, brought, to, mind? Should, old..."

With the melody of the harmonica and leaves, the onlookers began to sing in unison.

Unanimously.

Such a neat singing voice is like singing a military song, but not so loud, the voice is long and gentle, full of affection.

All the murmurs disappeared, and they stopped all movements unconsciously, singing with a clear smile.

There is only the sound of singing in the mountains.

The night was quiet, the moonlight was like water, and the singing of the chorus was resounding.

Xu was infected by the atmosphere, and even Shang Ru couldn't help but hum softly, "For, auld, lang, syne, my, dear, for, auld, lang, syne, we\'ll, take, a, cup , Of, kindness, yet, for, auld, lang, syne..."