My Daily Salted Fish Routine

Luo Qingyi searched for it. She knew everything about Luo Jia's computer and quickly found an audio file, which was Luo Jia's a cappella version.

"Ah, it turns out it's this tune. He used to hum it all the time. He finally figured out the words!" Luo Qingyi snorted.

Luo Jia's singing was not bad. She used to hum some tunes, but most of them had no lyrics, or only one or two sentences had lyrics. She now thought that Luo Jia had finally filled in the lyrics. But it was obvious that Luo Jia, a salty fish, used to hum some songs from his previous life and had almost forgotten the lyrics. After the system was recharged, he would have a chance to review them and make up the lyrics.

Luo Qingyi has heard the melody of this song since she was a child, and she can actually sing it by looking at the lyrics.

"You make a city out of mud——"

"Said he wanted to marry me in the future——"

"How many times have I turned around, how many times have I passed through the door, wasted youth..."

Low and lingering, Luo Qingyi's voice has an ethereal feeling, and combined with the lyrics, it seems to be softly telling a story from the past.

I don't know when Luo Jia sat up. He was just resting and catching fish, and he didn't sleep deeply. Besides, he has become more and more sharp and clear in his recent cultivation of immortality. He knew it when Luo Qingyi came in, but he was just too lazy to wake up. Now listen Luo Qingyi sang, and he got up.

Sister's singing voice and image are definitely more than enough to become a star, but Luo Jia is reluctant to give up.

My sister is so beautiful and sings so well. It’s good for you to know about it yourself. There’s no need to share it with others.

Sometimes when I think about it, I still feel ashamed. I am actually possessive of my sister. It is so terrifying. Could it be that under this subtle influence, I have also become a sister-controller?

No no no...

It should be a girl control.

After all, Luo Jia thinks that she is older than Luo Qingyi.

But... although Luo Qingyi often behaves like a primary school student, he does put himself in the position of his sister, no matter in every aspect.

That being said, I'm probably still a girly person...

Mom had a poop and couldn't figure it out anymore.

Forget about listening to music, it’s rare for my sister to be quiet, and when she’s not making a fuss, she still looks like a goddess.

A small oath is not stable yet

The little tears are still holding on

The tender lips are talking about separation

There is a person living in my heart from now on

We used to look small

That year you moved a small bench

I was fascinated by the show and followed along all the way

I'm looking for the person in that story

You are an indispensable part

You took a little nap under the tree

The little me was waiting foolishly

…

This song--

It's as if there is someone sitting quietly in front of you, talking about the past, the childhood feelings in the memory, the sad thoughts, and the beautiful years that can't be returned -

This little guy is so talented.

Luo Qingyi sang the song, thinking in her heart, her beautiful eyes wandered over the lyrics, and she even wanted to become one of them.

"Bah bang bang, good singing." Luo Jia applauded.

"Only you can." Luo Qingyi rolled her eyes at her brother. She was now in an inexplicable mood and felt a little sad.

She is easily influenced by these sentimental things.

To put it simply, she should be a female literary youth.

She wanted to cry a little, and the tears flowed out unsatisfactorily. The lyrics were written with sadness. She didn't want to be like what was written in the song. For her, the song was too contagious, as if she saw Li Wenxiu in White Mali at that time. , seeing her alone, riding an old white horse, back to the Central Plains, why did the younger brother write like this? What was he worried about?

Fang Wenshan is indeed a genius at writing lyrics, and Jay Chou has found a treasure. Luo Jia was thinking in her mind, but she saw her sister crying so hard.

Luo Jia sighed: "Okay, why are you crying?"

Luo Qingyi wiped away her tears in embarrassment, "It's not your fault!"

"Can you blame me?" Luo Jia was shocked. An iron pot flew from the sky and landed firmly on his head.

"I don't blame you, but who do you blame!" Luo Qingyi snorted coldly.

"Okay, okay, my pot, my pot."

Why are my eyes filled with tears? Is it because taking the blame has become a habit? Luojia sighed.

"You made me cry, you have to take responsibility." Luo Qingyi blinked and said aggrievedly.

"What do you want to do?" Luo Jia suddenly became wary.

Luo Qingyi's eyes were a little wandering and erratic, sometimes looking at the window, sometimes at the computer, but not looking at his brother, "You... kiss, kiss me."

"Ah?" Luo Jia was stunned.

It was like a thunderbolt on a clear day.

My sister asked me to kiss her?

So proactive?

"Why are you shocked? You didn't do this secretly last time, and I haven't settled the score with you yet!" Luo Qingyi said hurriedly, her face burning.

Last time Luo Jia secretly kissed her, she was elated and wanted to sing happily, but the next day she was confused and didn't know what her brother was thinking.

And she was a little obsessed with that touch.

Luo Qingyi regretted very much, why did she open her eyes at that time? If she didn't open her eyes, maybe her brother would have kissed her for a longer time.

Speaking of this, Luo Jia felt very embarrassed, "Stop, stop, stop, I'll do it, I'll do it."

He walked up to his sister, who was sitting there, so he squatted down and looked at her beautiful face. Luo Qingyi panicked and didn't dare to look at him, so she closed her eyes. Luo Jia calmed down and kissed him.

Oh, this is not a kiss, this is a kiss.

There is a fragrant taste in my sister's mouth.