On the big screen on the street, a woman shouted hysterically: "Where there is you, it is my home!" ”

Ye Weilan raised his hand to catch a falling snowflake, and the hole was as clear as snow: "My love, a foreign land may not be unamorous, this place of peace is my hometown." ”

Qi Ye smiled with his eyes.

In this prosperous and chaotic world, there is only one person who deserves his attention.

Her delicate fingertips playfully tapped her lips, smiled mysteriously at him, and suddenly turned around and walked towards the stage behind her.

It seemed to be a makeshift stage set up by an entertainment company to recruit new recruits, and a few girls had sung before.

Ye Weilan didn't know what to say to the staff, and after a while, she stood in the center of the stage with the microphone.

The beautiful oriental face immediately attracted a large number of onlookers.

The girl smiled, winked at Qi Ye, and then began to sing.

There is no accompaniment, and the voice is very pure and sweet.

Very nice to hear.

Like a clear and quiet spring, the flowing water flows by, taking away the hustle and bustle of the world, as clear and clear as snow, completely away from the worldly fireworks.

“…… The lights are slightly cool, the pen is slightly cool, the wind is crazy, and the world is in a hurry...... The year is in a hurry, what does it matter if it's right or wrong......"

Qi Ye listened quietly, his cold eyebrows and eyes gradually relaxed, sure enough, no matter how long it has passed, whether he has memories or not, some things will never change.

After Ye Weilan finished singing, the audience applauded, these people may not understand the lyrics, but that kind of unique pure voice is comparable to nature.

With his hand, she jumped off the stage, and the two of them continued to walk forward.

A middle-aged man hurriedly caught up behind him, speaking something quickly in fluent German, his eyes looked at Ye Weilan, almost glowing.

Qi Ye glanced coldly.

The man was silent in an instant.

"She's not interested!" replied in German, Qi Ye took his little wife's hand and walked away.

"What did he say?" Ye Weilan was curious.

She could speak German too, but the man spoke so fast that she couldn't hear clearly.

"He wants to ask you to be a star."

"Being a star?" Ye Weilan blinked, then shook his head: "I prefer to be a teacher." ”

The life of the crowd is not for her.

In the second half of her ideal life, she will sit and watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court, and watch the clouds in the sky.

Qi Ye let out a faint "grace".

It didn't matter what she wanted to do, anyway, it seemed to him like a child's game.

Even if she told him one day that she was going to be the first head of the country, the country, the woman, and the head of state, he would at most pick his eyelids and express his strong support.

Anyway, in his opinion, these things are just his pampered little wife who wants to run outside to find the thorn-excited, and is done returning to him.

Of course, this cannot be told to Lan.

This is the difference between the so-called artist and the gangster.

Suddenly, I was glad that Miss Ye was quiet, otherwise Qi Dashao would not have been able to pet a demon king of the mixed world.

Ye Weilan took his arm and walked around the food stalls.

This place is far from the Chinese folk customs, but the cooks in Magic Night City were all brought by Qi Ye from Huaxia, and she couldn't be wronged in terms of taste.

Ye Weilan had just bought two strings of glutinous rice balls, and before he could take a bite, the phone in Qi Ye's pocket suddenly rang.

The ball in her hand fell to the ground.