Cāi Cāi

Chapter 4: Act I "Voice of Music" (2)

Suddenly guessed, and unplugged the headphone cable.

His actions were too big, and Qi Qi beside him was scared by him, so he asked what happened?

"..." the boy asked suddenly, "Is your headset leaking electricity?"

—— Otherwise, how could he suddenly "electrically" him?

When this question came out, Xiang Guai realized how ridiculous his words were.

Because the "electricity" came to him, not the rustling inferior headphones, but the deep and gentle male voice transmitted through the radio waves.

Qi Yan has a straightforward personality and really thinks that the headphones she bought on the stand are counterfeit and shoddy products. She said with a bit of anxiety, "Leakage? Then, don't listen."

"... It's okay." Xiang Guaqi rides hard, but he really wants to continue listening, and can only say, "I can persist if there is a power leak."

He reinserted the small in-ear earplugs into his ears. The earplugs isolated all the noise from the outside world, leaving only the voice of a man, like a wave of slowly spreading lake water, which gently wrapped him.

...

"Voice of Music" is the musical enlightenment of almost every elementary school student. Its positive subject matter has been directly incorporated into the music teaching materials, and has become one of the must-see works in each music appreciation class.

Compared with the highest-scoring soundtrack "abc", "myfa_voritethings" is not well known, but its lyrics are romantic and beautiful, and the tunes are light. It is described as "brainwashing magic" in current words.

It's just that the male voice in the earphones is not singing, but the lyrics are turned into a poem by recitation.

myfa_voritethings——

Condensed raindrops on a rose, and a beard on the kitten's face

Polished copper kettle and warm wool coat

A wild goose flew open to the moon

These are my beloved things

Fairy lady in white dress with blue ribbon

Soft snowflakes, staying on the bridge of my nose and overhead

Silvery white winter melts into spring day

These are my beloved things *

Xiang Gui has also listened to radio broadcasts before, but in his impression, the host of the radio program either played music or news, or connected with middle-aged frustrated male and female listeners, and repeatedly answered various emotional problems.

Boys like him have always been disdainful of listening to old radio broadcasts. He couldn't stand the remarks of others, and had no time to read the precious love poems regarded by the youth of literature and art.

But now, but this second, but this moment.

He was suddenly bumped into his soul by this tender poem.

He didn't know who the talking man in the headset was. But in his world, suddenly there was a thick color, a strong taste, and an intoxicating sound.

Is this magic? With his voice and only a poem, let him "see" the winter snow in the late summer, and "see" the Yanxiang in the night sky in the sun?

He sat there sullenly, holding his earplugs with his hands, letting the voice permeate into his heart.

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