Chapter 973: Absolute range (3)

Bo Yan tried the water temperature: "Little fairy, come to take a bath."

Xia Siyu stretched out her hand, she was reluctant to walk just two steps like

this: "I am a little fairy, I can't walk."

Bo Yan was speechless, but he accepted her fate and took her to the bathtub.

After the hot water entered, Xia Siyu felt comfortable now, and hummed

happily.

Bo Yan was coming in as well, she was still a patient now, and he didn't want

to do anything, so he wanted to help her scrub her body. But as he listened,

Bo Yan suddenly raised his head: "What song did you just sing?"

Xia Siyu looked strange: "The Wind and Rain, that's the one that we are going

to sing on stage on the New Year's Eve, the theme song of our "The Tempest".

Isn't it very popular recently? I have reached the top of the charts, and it

sounds pretty good."

Bo Yan listened to the black lines, how should I say, the song Xia Siyu sang

in his mouth should not be called "The Wind and Rain", but should be called

"The Storm", the real storm is coming! How can she do every word, every one,

without adjusting?

No wonder this guy hasn't even participated in a party for seven years since

his debut. This is the first time on the New Year's Eve. Usually in variety

shows, she never sings. This opening almost didn't send him away!

The key point is that this guy turned around without knowing it, and asked him

a little proudly: "I sing good, right?"

Bo Yan was stunned. He had answered many questions in his life, but he had

never been so entangled this time.

The answer is nice, this really violates his principles of life.

But the answer is not good, Xia Siyu will be angry again.

This is not a sub-proposition, but a proposition.

He hesitated and said in a low voice, "You are the best in my heart."

Anyway, Xi Shi is in the eyes of the lover. In his eyes, Xia Siyu wears 18

layers of filters. Of course, everything is the best.

Xia Siyu didn't do it, she turned her head, the sound of the water was

splashing, and she seriously asked, "What if it is in the eyes of others?"

Bo Yan said to him, "You look good, and everything you say is right."

Xia Siyu sat up again, leaned forward, her eyes close: "You mean, I only have

good looks? I don't sing well?"

Bo Yan leaned back under her pressure, and went all the way back. The back of

his head was about to stick out of the bathtub. He was so forced that he

couldn't stand it, and then replied: "...you sing very distinctively."

He also analyzed with her: "Your timbre is good, and your voice is very crisp.

The way of singing...that is very unique and unique."

"That's not good?" In fact, Xia Siyu herself knew, otherwise, with her stinky

personality, she participated in so many variety shows, but she had never been

on stage and sang a song.

Bo Yan did not continue to add fuel to the fire, just comforting: "It's okay,

there is still a week to rehearsal. There will be half a month before the New

Year’s Eve. Take your time, it will be done soon. And the song you assigned is

nothing. Difficulty, for the final chorus part, you just need to keep your

voice down."

Xia Siyu's mood fell again: "Then I still sing badly?"

She promised to attend the small New Year's Eve party this time, not for

appearance fees. One is to follow Bo Yan, and the other is the publicity needs

of the movie "The Tempest." She herself has never gone to the stage to sing.

It is rare that Xia Siyu, who is usually full of confidence, looked

discouraged, and she hurriedly comforted: