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The prelude is a piece of harmonica music.

Lin Nan stood on the stage, picked up the guitar, and started playing it at the same time.

The audience below all quieted down again at this moment, and everyone looked at the stage, afraid of disturbing the boy on the stage.

The boy in the spotlight, holding the guitar, lowered his head slightly, looking a little melancholy and silent.

"The heart is empty, the sky is big, and the clouds are heavy.

I hate loneliness, but I can't drive it away.

Holding her name, her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

How long has it been to go forward?"

Lin Nan's singing sounded, the sound was empty, like the wind passing through the hall.

With one sentence, everyone below suddenly changed their expressions.

"Suddenly I was sad."

"I don't know why, but I feel a little empty."

"Ah, I really want to say something, but I don't know what to say, but it sounds really good."

The audience below looked at Lin Nan over there.

Bai Keke was holding his cell phone in his hand. When he heard Lin Nan sing this song, Bai Keke felt inexplicably sad.

Especially, Lin Nan looked like a guy who was hurt to the bone by love.

The song and the emotions of the song are perfectly integrated.

"I really don't know what he has experienced before I can write such a song."

Shen Miaomiao muttered.

Having said that, when she listened to this song, she remembered the boys who were rejected by her.

From small to adulthood.

Countless little boys helped Shen Miaomiao copy homework, bought snacks, and fought for her.

Shen Miaomiao, who has received love letters since the third grade of elementary school, has always been a little proud.

Now listening to Lin Nan's song, she suddenly felt that maybe she was also the girl in this song. Some boys once said they wanted to protect her, but Shen Miaomiao didn't care about the promises of those boys.

Love.

Commitment.

Care.

Protect.

This kind of thing.

Only when you really fall in love with the other person will you feel that the other person's promise is as precious as treasures. But if you don't have any interest in the other person at all, when he speaks like this, Shen Miaomiao just wants to hit his face with a punch and let him get out.

But.

There are countless dog licking in this world.

When Shen Miaomiao thought of this, she remembered again the boy singing "Nanshan Nan" in the video I had watched before.

If it were such a boy, he would sing such a song to her.

If it was such a young man, he would be willing to make a promise.

Then Shen Miaomiao would probably hold his hand happily.

If he was the Nanshan Mountain, she could go to the Beihai, which runs through the north and south, and is thousands of miles away. As long as she could see him, even if the Beihai crossed the vast ocean, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and submerged the world, she would definitely go to the foot of his Nanshan Mountain with the body of the Beihai to wait for his arrival.

Even if the boy who sang "Nanshan Nan" was not good-looking and might not have money, he was just a poor boy who was supported by his so-called dream of a song. Even if his future was mediocre and mediocre.

Shen Miaomiao thought so.

She looked at Ling Yuhan, and Ling Yuhan's eyes were red, and she pursed her lips and suppressed the sourness in her heart.

Before Shen Miaomiao could comfort her, Shen Miaomiao heard a boy sitting there on the other side, listening to the song, tilting his head, and bursting into tears.

Tears were silent, crying was silent.

"If I were given a chance to return to the summer of my senior year in my senior year, on June 25, I hope I could tell her not to go out of home and not come to me, so that I would not be hit by a car, and that would not make me say anything to her. I clearly agreed that I would protect the person with my life, but when she died, I could not do anything..."

A boy covered his face and buried his head in his knees, tears bursting out of his dam.

Next to him was a classmate who was comforting him.

Countless people looked at the stage silently, looking at the boy holding a guitar, and the singing in his ears lasted for a long time.

Li Qingci sighed, and she looked at Lin Nan over there with complicated eyes.

Although this is not the first time I have heard this song, Li Qingci still feels indescribable in her heart.

She was actually very curious about which girl could have inspired Lin Nan to write this song.

Could it be that time, the girl who followed Lin Nan to the Cizhiyuan Company before?

Li Qingci was thinking in her mind.

Xiaoyu Live Network, in the company’s conference room.

"It's exploded!"

While everyone was quiet in Lin Nan's singing, the man from the operation department suddenly jumped up from his position. He was full of excitement and excitement: "Now the number of people online is 1.3 million, and in one second, the peak number of comments has reached 730,000!"

"One second, a barrage of 730,000!"

His voice came out.

Director Wang, who was immersed in his memories, was shocked and turned his head to look at him: "Seventy-three thousand?"

"Doesn't that mean that one person is sending barrage for every two people?"

“The activity level is 2:1?”

"You're right!"

Director Wang's voice was very loud, and he was also quite excited and shocked.

"It's impossible to be wrong! Generally speaking, even if the active ratio is 100:1 is extremely popular, but once this song is released, the active ratio reaches 2:1!"

"If I hadn't pulled the bandwidth in advance, this live broadcast room would have been directly blown up by the peak of just one second!"

"It's so explosive! Even during the annual celebration of our Xiaoyu Live Network, it wasn't so exciting!"

The man in the operation department fell continuously.

Everyone present was confused.

What is the concept of fifty times exceeding the platform's extremely high activity standard?

Director Wang's mind was blank.

"The main thing is resonance. The previous song "Blue and White Porcelain" is beautiful, and the lyrics and melodies are beautiful. However, among the people who listen to the song on the live broadcast platform, there may not be so many people who are romantic, but every lyrics sung in this song "That Girl Says to Me" may be something that many boys and girls have experienced."

Someone summarized it.

There were many troubles around, and the people in the entire conference room looked at the airtight barrage frenzy. If it weren't for setting up a little so that the barrage could only float across the screen, they might not even be able to see the entire picture now.

"This guy... this guy is not going to be fire, he is going to explode."

Director Wang's heart was pounding.

Too scary!

He never expected that there would be someone who would rise up with his songs alone in a short period of time, with countless masters and heroes, plus various guilds and insider information, Xiaoyu Live, which manipulates data, rise at a comet-like speed and bully the entire platform!

"The number of online users is still soaring, one million and eight hundred million!"

The people from the Operations Control Department stared at the data all the time, their faces flushed due to excitement.

With a bang.

The door of the conference room was pushed open by the Mediterranean man from the technical department. He was sweating all over his face and shouted at Director Wang inside.

"No! Director! The technical department looks like a temporary backup computer room to expand capacity! This live broadcast room is toxic!!"
Chapter completed!