Chapter 19 (1/2)

Cen Muqi said that he couldn't sing, but was just modest. Ji Naitang didn't know whether he was in the eye of his lover. Anyway, he thought it was very nice.

But Ji Naitang said that it was not modest to say that he could not sing. He did sing very generally, but he sang every sentence carefully. Fortunately, he did not go out of tune.

What he ordered for himself was ”exclusive memory”, which he wanted to sing to Cen Muqi, but he didn't dare to sing it directly to him, so he could only stare at the screen for a moment.

”I hope you are my exclusive memory, placed in the bottom of my heart. No matter how bad others say, what I have now is you, which gives me half of my love;

I like you and it's my exclusive memory. No one can take you away from my body. In my emotional blockade area, it's OK not to mention you.”

When Ji Naitang was singing, he could not help but think of the scene 12 years ago. During the countless days and nights he wanted to die in hospital, the only thing that made him feel alive was that he leaned against the ward window and looked at Cen Muqi in the garden every afternoon.

The 16-year-old boy tried his best to tell funny stories and jokes in his life. Although he wanted to laugh at his own mother, he also inadvertently enlightened Ji Naitang, who watched him silently by the window.

”Chick, you sing very well, just so modest ~” Leng Jifei said with a smile, and the next six children said, ”Feifei, I'm afraid there is no singing worse than you in the world.”

”Get out of here. If you have the ability, come to the Qinghai Tibet Plateau.”

Ji Naitang hands the microphone back to them, and then hears them start a new round of crying and howling. Actually, Ji doesn't like the noisy environment, but because Cen Muqi is around, he can automatically ignore these howls.

He thought he probably knew why Cen Muqi said that they would sing and drink after dinner. His voice was a little helpless, and his ears were really suffering.

At eleven o'clock, CEN Muqi withdrew on the pretext that Ji Naitang was still injured and could not stay up too late. After leaving the box, Ji could not help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

”Will you come next time?” CEN Muqi asked him, he did not hesitate to nod: ”come.”