Urban God-level Selection System

"Ding, points +1."

"Ding, points +1."

..... Zhang Wanlin's mind repeated such voices.

Shows that his song has increased the degree of singing.

It should be Xia Zhitao's ghost again.

At present, Zhang Wanlin has many attributes derived from listening to songs, which can be summarized as follows: Charm: 105/100 Melancholy: 160/100 Elegance: 130/100 Appearance: 110/100 Body: 140/100 Voice: 240/100 Temperament: 200/100....... Here, 100 is the standard value of ordinary people, through which you can refer to Zhang Wanlin's current overall situation.

According to the current parameters, he is actually far better than most of the world, but he has not shown himself so much that others always ignore it.

He came out of the house with a guitar on his back, and he planned to go to Houshan to record songs.

It's impossible to record in a rental room. Not to mention that the environment is too noisy. It would be very rude to rap and sing to disturb others.

The working hours of the people living here are not stable. Some go to the daytime, some go to the evening, and some just take the middle.

The best place for him to record songs is the rooftop of the back mountain.

The back mountain is empty and quiet, the mountains are environmentally friendly, and it is a natural recording studio.

And no one bothered.

Now at seven o'clock, the last ray of light in the evening stubbornly stays in the air, showing a touch of orange.

The land is covered with snow.

In winter, it is always darker than ever before.

Zhang Wanlin quickened his pace, so he went up early to record the song, so as not to get dark when he came down.

On the road, I rarely ran into a group of men in black suits.

They wear uniforms and look well-trained.

A middle-aged man with frost-stained temples got off the black car and said eagerly: "Find the lady for me immediately. You must not let her be lost here."

This area can be regarded as a slum area, mixed with fish and dragons, if it is true that a woman is thrown in this place as he said in the air, it would be dangerous.

Some **** who don't work all day always aim at people like this.

Zhang Wanlin thought so.

People in black suits all walked to the residential area, because there is the most likely to find a lady.

A man stopped and showed Zhang Wanlin a picture, "Have you seen her?"

In the color photo, she is wearing a long black dress. She looks beautiful, graceful and sentimental, as cold as frost.

"I haven't seen it."

Zhang Wanlin said.

"If you have seen it, please be sure to provide clues. We will provide rewards ranging from 100,000 yuan."

The man left, Zhang Wanlin continued on his way up the mountain.

The road up the mountain presents a staircase surrounding the majestic mountain, and the rooftop is halfway up the mountain.

The normal speed is about 20 minutes.

Halfway through, soft snowflakes suddenly fell from the sky, decorating the ground.

As soon as the wind blew, the snowflakes passed in front of Zhang Wanlin.

From a distance, between heaven and earth, on this big mountain, there was only Zhang Wanlin walking forward alone.

No one will go up the mountain soon at night.

Zhang Wanlin was the first, and the strange woman was the second.

When he reached the rooftop halfway up the mountain, Zhang Wanlin took out the guitar and just saw her at a glance.

Her black hair was draped and swaying in the wind; she was sitting on the guardrail, shaking her legs.

Below her is the ground several hundred meters deep.

Not afraid at all.

Zhang Wanlin walked over and saw her sad look from the side.

It seems familiar.

"Big night, isn't it okay to sit here?"

Zhang Wanlin said.

"Leave me alone?

Kid! "

Her voice was hoarse, which was obviously caused by crying too intensely.

"It looks like you are very sad."

Zhang Wanlin said, "I just want to record a song, and I should dedicate it to you."

"I won't listen, you better leave, don't make me angry!"

Zhang Wanlin walked to the side to tune the strings on his own.

With tears in Shangguanyue's eyes, she felt desperate for her feelings.

When she fell in love for the first time, she finally came here to look for him, but she happened to ran into him and was paired with another woman.

Why can't she be angry?

The price of anger was that she let her bodyguard beat both of them, especially the boy.

现在想起那被揍得鼻青脸肿的模样还说自己真心爱着她，别说有多滑稽。

A man is a devil! She can never love again in this life! absolute.

The young man has not left yet, he is strumming the strings, playing discordant music.

Let her be upset.

"Little devil, if you don't leave, don't blame me for bullying the small."

She cast a ferocious look.

The eyes delicately outlined by black eyeliner still have tears.

As if he hadn't heard it, Zhang Wanlin smiled and said, "Okay."

Then turn on the recording function of the phone.

Fingers swept across a row of strings, and formally played.

The title of this song "Romantic Confession" is included in the original soundtrack album of the TV series "Cracking Orange in Huainan", singer: Shuangsheng.

15-year-old ancient style singer.

"Boy, I've said it a few times!"

Shangguanyue's patience finally fell to the extreme, she couldn't bear it, she was about to leave, to tear the person apart, but she heard the beautiful notes rippling from the guitar in his hand.

His voice is magnetic and a bit cold, just like this little snow with flying feathers, delicate and beautiful.

Shangguanyue stopped involuntarily.

The snow seems to be heavy.

How sweet is this world. The ordinary boy, with your smiling eyes, the earth will go around and be dizzy for a lifetime...The beautiful and beautiful singing, combined with the timely melody of the guitar, and the moving lyrics, let Shangguanyue The gloomy mood suddenly turned, and the clear sky broke through the dark clouds.

It seems to have returned to the innocent time.

Secret love, bold confession, failure, do it again.

It was really not easy to chase him, so when she lost him, she felt so distressed.

Witnessing the end of loneliness, we still have many years to realize the unfinished prophecies and lock them in the handwritten thoughts in the diary... Tears filled her eyes, like a flood that broke through the dam.

Tears rained down.

Now she is finally relieved. In fact, the loss is not so terrible, and terrible without the courage to start.

Life is so beautiful, why stick to the past?

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He turned off the recording on the phone, and then handed over a piece of toilet paper, "Cry, remember to go down the mountain.

It's getting late now. "

The sky was dark, Zhang Wanlin picked up his guitar again and set foot on the road up and down the mountain.

Shangguanyue suddenly looked up: "Little devil, what is the name of this song?"

Zhang Wanlin didn't look back: "Romantic confession."

It was already eight o'clock by the time a group of people found the lady.

It wasn't that they found it, but the young lady took the initiative to call.

"Miss Shangguan."

A line of people stood bowed in front of the woman.

Shangguanyue regained her former cold face, walked past them, and suddenly stopped, "By the way, have you ever heard a song called "Romantic Confession"" A group of people look at me, let me take a look You all shook their heads.