Liang Lang: "Oh, dad, I am currently singing in the bar. Dingpin 23S. The fastest update."

President Daimon frowned: "Why do you work in a place like that? Do you want Yoshiro to come back and help dad manage the company?"

Daimon Kazuki's pupils shrank, and Daimon Kayoko immediately shouted: "Dad!"

President Daimon: "Okay, don't make any noise." He waved his hands impatiently and frowned again. He had no patience for his eldest son.

After the meal, Mouri Kogoro and his family returned to the room, and Daimon Yoshiro also followed them in. They had not been back for more than two years, and the home had become strange, not even as familiar as the Mouri family they had just met.

With this feeling, Lianglang felt very bad. The attitude of his elder brother and sister-in-law towards him disappointed him. His father kept trying to persuade him to stay, which made him embarrassed, because he knew that as long as he agreed to his father, he would be forced to follow his father's example.

If you manage the company with your own will, you will become an unscrupulous businessman.

In the end, being with the Maori family was the most comfortable.

He took the guitar and performed for Ye and others. Although Ye didn't quite understand what he meant, he had a good sense of rhythm and was full of energy.

After Lianglang finished talking, he smiled awkwardly and said, "It didn't go well. Don't be offended."

Xiaolan took the lead in applauding and praised: "You played so well. Mr. Lianglang, you are so humble."

Mouri Kogoro pretended to understand and said: "That's right, he played it very well." He wanted to comment specifically, but felt that he couldn't say anything and was a bit embarrassed. "Ah, by the way, Mr. Yoshiro, you said you were here

You have been abroad for several years, where exactly are you?"

Liang Lang did not feel that this was any secret, and said directly: "I am singing in a bar in Italy. Although my income is not much, I feel that my life is very fulfilling."

Ye put a piece of diced beef in his mouth and glanced at Lianglang. This guy also had a dream of music.

There are many people who pursue their music dreams, but very few succeed.

But those who succeed must be those who have dreams. Ye feels that we should not kill other people's dreams. The old saying is true, if a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and a salted fish?

Ye put all the diced meat in his hand into his mouth, walked up to Liang Lang, and with Liang Lang's surprised eyes, he took the guitar, put it in his hand, and strummed it twice casually.

When Xiaolan saw that Ye had snatched the guitar away from the owner without the owner's permission, she was afraid that something would happen to Ye again, so she quickly asked Ye to change the guitar back.

Liang Lang, who had come back to his senses, was so lifeless that he was just played with by children. In the past, many children were curious about how these strings produced beautiful and moving tunes. In his opinion, children like Ye were curious.

It should be.

But soon he was a little stunned. This relaxing music rhythm... This was not a child playing, but like an old guitarist who had been immersed in it for decades. This...

..This was so incredible, he couldn't believe his eyes at all.

The sound of the guitar was very slow, and the seemingly unintentional fluctuations in the night were so distant and long. But soon, the music sped up, and the originally relaxing music suddenly became tense, and the rhythm became faster and faster, and my face

For a layman who doesn't understand music, Mouri Kogoro also tensed up and sat up straight.

Mouri Kogoro complained: "What the hell is this kid playing that makes me so uncomfortable?"

Lianglang quickly covered his mouth to prevent him from making any sound, and concentrated on listening to the music played by Ye on the guitar.

After a brief period of tension, the music returned to its original rhythm, but if you listen carefully, there are other indescribable things in it, which seem to be joy or sadness.

“on a dark desert highway, cool windmy hair.”

Suddenly a sentence in English came out of Ye's mouth, and Mouri Kogoro and Xiaolan were shocked and at a loss. They had never known that Ye had such a skill. His voice was still innocent and tender as a child, but the tone was full of vicissitudes of life, which made people suspicious.

own ears.

Ye felt that she had entered a state and continued to sing. It was all in English, and the voice was still the voice of a child, but the context was completely that of a person who had experienced vicissitudes of life.

Conan and Yoshiro can basically understand it, Xiaolan only understands it roughly. Sometimes the night singing is too fast and I can't understand a whole sentence at all. As for Mouri Kogoro, I can't understand a sentence, but the rhythm of this tune is quite good.

She quite agrees with his appetite. This also made Mouri Kogoro look at Ye Ye in a new light. He didn't realize that the man who usually only caused trouble could actually sing fluent English songs.

After a few minutes, the song ended. Yoshiro had been immersed in the music. Mouri Kogoro was the first to speak and asked Xiaolan: "What does this song mean?"

Xiaolan was shy: "I didn't hear any of it clearly. I only heard a general outline. It seemed like there was mention of drug abuse and something about never leaving."

Conan: "I guess the background of the story of Night Sing is that a group of people who voluntarily detoxified themselves from drug addiction. Under the guidance of a woman, they went to a place called Hotel California to detoxify." Conan doesn't know whether it was successful, but what impressed Conan was that it was

That sentence, they stabwith their steely knives, but they just 't kill the beast. It means, they stab with their steely knives, but they just 't kill the beast. It means, they stab with their steely knives, but they can't kill the devil in their hearts.

Mouri Kogoro curled his lips, what does this kid know? He sings such a meaningful song.

Liang Lang seemed to be drugged by drugs. He has not woken up yet and has been intoxicated. It was not until Ye put the guitar back into his hand that he came back to his senses. Then he looked at Ye with admiring eyes. At this moment

In his eyes, the night is the supreme teacher.

"Can you teach me? Please!" He knelt on the ground and bowed to Ye.

Ye Yi was stunned. Teach? I just liked it, so I sang it. Who would teach me? Ye refused without even thinking about it.

"I'm an unlucky kid. I'm good at teaching you how to kill yourself. How can I teach you music?" Ye still knew how much he weighed. "You can take the song away. This song is just me... I accidentally had an idea.

I came up with it." Ye's face didn't turn red, her heart didn't beat, and she didn't feel the slightest discomfort due to plagiarism.

"...."

No matter what Lianglang said, Ye didn't let go. In the end, he just got into bed and pretended to be dead, ignoring Lianglang.

In fact, the reason why Ye sings this song is because he feels that the person in the song is very similar to himself. Detoxification (stopping mercenary missions) is very painful. For Ye who has been doing this job, the first few months when he stopped doing it

It’s really not a human life. Every day I feel like something is missing. Life is incomplete.
Chapter completed!