Chapter 1093: I already have a heart

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"Ah, otherwise, you just think I've never had it. You should continue to play the piano." Zhang Shizhao looked at his eyes, how could he not understand his mind. Just with his talents, even if he tried hard to practice, even if it was a bit of an achievement, but can it be more than the extinction of Huangfu?
Originally, he scolded him for a few words to make him wake up and let go. Anyone who knew but pushed him to the other extreme, Zhang Shizhao was also helpless.
"I already... I have... my heart, my affiliation, why do I want the piano... why?" Zhang Yuhong shook his head and sighed. He wanted to smash the piano, but he was a little bit reluctant to sing. But intentionally..."
The low, slightly magnetic voice went with the wind, the unspeakable murmur, the endless sorrow. I have to say, this guy Zhang Yuhong's voice is actually good. Others have flamboyant capital.
Zhang Shizhao had turned away, but turned back fiercely, looking at Zhang Yuhong in surprise: "Yuhong, you just..."
"What... what?" Zhang Yuhong stopped and looked at his father inexplicably.
"You didn't stutter just now." Zhang Shizhao said in surprise.
"Yeah...yeah...no...no stuttering...stammered." Zhang Yuhong also reacted. When he sang that song just now, he really stuttered, but the speech started again.
"You try to play the piano and sing a few words." Zhang Shizhao quickly thought of the reason and urged.
"Okay, okay." Zhang Yuhong quickly sang a song on the piano, and it really didn't stutter at all.
"It turns out that you can heal your stutter. It's great, great." Zhang Shizhao said happily.
"But...but, always...total...not all...to sing like this?" Zhang Yuhong was also very happy at first, but he soon grimaced again.
"It doesn't matter, it's better than this." Zhang Shizhao now grew his head when he heard his stuttering, and even his scalp was numb.
"Then... well, father, you go to bed first, I still have something to think about." Zhang Yuhong said the first sentence, and he felt strenuous. He couldn't help playing the piano and half-singing and half-singing, and it was much smoother.
But smooth is smooth, just how weird the tone is. Isn’t that nonsense? It’s okay for him to sing some songs. You can sing every sentence in a good tone. How can it be so powerful?
Zhang Shizhao just had numbness in the scalp just now, and his whole body was trembling like an electric shock.
"It's better to say and sing, is it better than stuttering?" Zhang Shizhao shuddered all over his body. How did he feel the same? If Ling Chuxi is here, he will be dumbfounded. The two fathers and sons invented two rap arts?
"I'm going first, think about it yourself." Zhang Shizhao feared that he would be completely numb when he stayed again, and quickly fled the desert. Whether he is talking or singing, no matter whether he wants to continue to be a or to concentrate on martial arts, as long as he can cheer up, it is a good thing, Zhang Shizhao is too lazy to care.
Zhang Yuhong nodded, played the piano and practiced rap for a while, and pulled out a long sword to practice like a wind.
Early the next morning, Elder Yuan announced yesterday’s decision to those who were descendants of Zongmen.
As several people had thought, when they first heard this news, everyone was inevitably lost and frustrated. Rebuilding the Zongmen and returning to the door wall was their hope since childhood and the wish of their ancestors for thousands of years.