Longing for life: I am a rich second generation

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Everyone's heartstrings were suddenly touched.

The sad melody began to spread in the mushroom house.

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I stumbled towards you, and you couldn't leave alone.

We said together that we would go through the ups and downs together.

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After the chorus was sung, everyone could not hide their excitement.

No one expected that Qin Jiuge would sing such a tragic song.

This song"I Want to Hug You in the Ordinary Life" has a few simple chords, a hoarse and deep voice, and a simple story that echo each other.

It outlines the state of mind of a person after stumbling on the road of love.

The world is complicated, lamentable and lovable.

Everyone has an ideal object in their mind, and they want to embrace her or him beyond the lies in their life.

However, they are afraid to see her/him watching coldly.

So, they hesitated and moved forward.

In the end, they missed the beloved.

In fact, the requirements of a lover's heart are really simple, to experience the wind and rain together, and to grow old together quietly.

However, the naked reality will leave you scarred and lose your desire for fate.

No longer believe that anyone's meeting with anyone is fate

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Unconsciously, everyone was moved by the song.

Emotions of pain, sadness, emotion, and loss gradually spread.

At this time, Qin Jiuge sat there quietly, holding the guitar in his hands. He was completely immersed in a world of monologue, expressing his own faint sadness to the music.

Seeing his appearance, everyone felt a little lonely and sentimental.

No one expected that Qin Jiuge, such an approachable and humorous person, would show such a tragic side.

Could it be that this is his true heart?

"I didn't expect this kid to be so reserved that he accidentally finished listening to the song."

Yang Mi looked at Qin Jiuge who was immersed in it, and couldn't find a chance to scold him for a while.

"It really doesn't feel like his usual feeling, is it an illusion?"

After listening to this song, Dilireba was deeply moved by it.

"I didn't expect that he really sang out my heart!"

The feeling of loss of soul just now has turned into an irresistible nostalgia.

Zhang Zifeng's eyes were already wet.

She covered her face with both hands, not daring to open her eyes to Brother Jiuge, but what she was thinking in her heart was,

"While you are still young, go through the ups and downs with Brother Jiuge!"

"This guy's transition in the chorus is so natural. Even I am ashamed of my singing skills!"

He Jiong opened his eyes wide and nodded to Jiuge repeatedly.

"I wish I could come up with a song this heartfelt someday!"

Ju Jingyi muttered to herself.

At this time, Dilireba and Yang Mi began to whisper in private.

"Sister Mi, you are so happy, aren't you?" Reba looked at Yang Mi pretending to be happy and couldn't help but said

"Haha, he pretended to be so noble and arrogant, but now he's exposed!"

Yang Mi seemed to have found a way to tease Qin Jiuge, and her eyebrows were suddenly a little happy.

"Aren't you afraid that he will tease you again later?"

Dilireba smiled.

"Haha, the whole body is immune!"

Yang Mi pretended to be relaxed, but in fact she began to look at Qin Jiuge with a new eye.

"Everyone is happy. Life is not easy, so cherish it while you can!"

Huang Lei looked at the sad faces of the people and asked them to be happy.

Everyone's heart was broken at this moment.

"Your singing is so beautiful, could you be the original singer?"

"I've listened to it so many times and can't stop. Well done to Jiuge!"

"I stumble towards you, the ups and downs of love and life, what a stumbling"

"Qin Jiuge, what on earth have you been through? Why is it so heartbreaking?"

"Suddenly I felt sorry for my little darling. He brings joy to others and leaves sadness to himself!"

"I cried all the time on the last night of my 18th birthday. I didn’t have such love, but I suddenly became afraid of the future."

"Recently, I'm addicted to this song······"

"I want to give the rich second generation a big hug, it’s not easy!"

"Could this be a true reflection of Qin Jiuge’s inner thoughts?"

"What’s wrong with rich people nowadays? They are all so depressed!"

"Kao, this whistle is so great!"

"Uh, okay, I'm just passing by!"

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At this time, the screen focused on Qin Jiuge.

In the live broadcast room,

Qin Jiuge continued to sing.

In order to make the song more exciting.

In the intervals between the guitar accompaniment, his whistle began to sound, and his true feelings were revealed.

Everyone unanimously concluded that this song was his original creation, otherwise it would not be so natural.

The whistle stepped on the rhythm of the main melody step by step, as if reviewing his past, and bits and pieces floated into his mind.

After the whistle, Qin Jiuge began to switch his voice, starting from the bass at the beginning, then switching to the full middle pitch, then to the high pitch explosion, and finally back to the hoarse and magnetic bass ending.

This process was natural, without any deliberate affectation. So much so that He Jiong doubted whether Jiuge graduated from a music major.

It is impossible for ordinary non-music majors to handle these so naturally.

Either the middle pitch is too dry or the high pitch is too abrupt.

There is also the injection of emotion, which is also the key to whether a song can touch people's hearts.

This song has done all of them, which is really precious.

If he intends to develop in this direction in the future, he must be a person who can set off a storm!

He Jiong now focused his attention on Qin Jiuge.

Although he could personally experience the tragedy, he was more concerned about what this young man had experienced that made him so heartbroken.

In the mushroom house, everyone's thoughts were focused on one point: what was going on in Qin Jiuge's heart at such a young age?

The song ended:

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We hug each other desperately, leaving no room for loneliness.

Powerlessness is our inevitable final outcome.

Powerlessness is our inevitable final outcome

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The final outcome of powerlessness is that we cannot avoid growing old quietly and plainly.

After so many sails have passed, where is the partner who shared the peerless beauty with me?

The setting sun is fading, but I haven't waited for that confidant.

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At this moment , the entire Mushroom House was filled with a heavy atmosphere of sadness.