Chapter 437: Love and Like (5)

(5) Praise

I've always been indifferent to my voice, and when I was a student, the best time I was at a poetry reading. When it sings, everyone says they don't dare to compliment. So it stayed on until one day......

It was when I was still editing the star journal of Liangshan Daily, and one day I called a girlfriend, I said a lot into the microphone, but the girlfriend on the other end kept silent, I had to ask: Are you listening?

At this time, after a long sigh, I heard a very touching sentence, she said: Ah Lan, I love your voice.

Because they are of the same sex who know each other well, this kind of admiration, whether unintentional or deliberate, makes me wonder.

Maybe that's why I left the newspaper of the one-day life and did the broadcast of the one-minute life.

When I drank the bitter herbs, rubbed my swollen temples and walked into the studio, still saying hello to my audience in front of the microphone, I was grateful for my girlfriend's compliment, whether intentional or unintentional.

When I walked down the road and heard strangers arguing about my voice like Ding Jianhua or Yao Xijuan, my gratitude turned into a motivation, and I thought that if I persisted, people would forget Ding Jianhua and Yao Xijuan when they heard my voice.

Unfortunately, I couldn't resist the temptation to make something that would last longer. The shop pù can be preserved for 40 years, the house can be preserved for 70 years, my books should coexist with the library, and my blog, although stupid, should be as long as Yahoo, right?

And my lovers, each of them, has a timbre that fascinates me even more than Tong Zirong's dubbing in "Yesenia". Let me thank God for His special favor in bringing the voice of the angel who lives in the stars to my life in the dark night.

Please accept my compliments and sue me, am I still the tear in your eyes?

Please tell me your name so that I can call your name and say I love your singing.

(5) Praise

I've always been indifferent to my voice, and when I was a student, the best time I was at a poetry reading. When it sings, everyone says they don't dare to compliment. So it stayed on until one day......

It was when I was still editing the star journal of Liangshan Daily, and one day I called a girlfriend, I said a lot into the microphone, but the girlfriend on the other end kept silent, I had to ask: Are you listening?

At this time, after a long sigh, I heard a very touching sentence, she said: Ah Lan, I love your voice.

Because they are of the same sex who know each other well, this kind of admiration, whether unintentional or deliberate, makes me wonder.

Maybe that's why I left the newspaper of the one-day life and did the broadcast of the one-minute life.

When I drank the bitter herbs, rubbed my swollen temples and walked into the studio, still saying hello to my audience in front of the microphone, I was grateful for my girlfriend's compliment, whether intentional or unintentional.

When I walked down the road and heard strangers arguing about my voice like Ding Jianhua or Yao Xijuan, my gratitude turned into a motivation, and I thought that if I persisted, people would forget Ding Jianhua and Yao Xijuan when they heard my voice.

Unfortunately, I couldn't resist the temptation to make something that would last longer. The shop pù can be preserved for 40 years, the house can be preserved for 70 years, my books should coexist with the library, and my blog, although stupid, should be as long as Yahoo, right?

And my lovers, each of them, has a timbre that fascinates me even more than Tong Zirong's dubbing in "Yesenia". Let me thank God for His special favor in bringing the voice of the angel who lives in the stars to my life in the dark night.

Please accept my compliments and sue me, am I still the tear in your eyes?

Please tell me your name so that I can call your name and say I love your singing.