Turn into a lazy girl

United States, a street in New York.

One of the billboards has an extra column promoting the title of "Love Story".

Passing Americans looked up occasionally and looked puzzled when they saw the advertisement.

Some people don't know why, and know that this is an English song written by an unknown singer, but everyone has no desire to do it.

After all, the advertisements on the street are there to increase popularity, and they cannot make people actively search for songs. To be more realistic, they rely on other advertisements.

For example, on-demand music radio stations, on-demand radio in stores, and music advertisements on the Internet.

Among them, the best music advertisement is the big cover recommendation on the homepage of the global music software. Once recommended, the number of views within the day will definitely exceed one million.

After all, this is a global-level software, oriented to human beings all over the world, and it is also the most authoritative representative.

On this day, "Love Story" sung by Yu Ran'er appeared on the front page of the global music software.

A group of foreigners clicked in with curious eyes, and after the playback, a burst of beautiful country music rushed over.

Tranquil, elegant and comfortable.

The hearts of those who heard it were calm, and some even got a feeling like an electric shock, and they were immediately shocked as heaven and man, and worshiped on the spot.

The following is the comment section of "Lovestory" English section, all comments are in English.

"My God, why is this song so good!"

"I haven't heard such beautiful and pure music for a long time, I give you a thumbs up!"

"I want to buy her records, but I don't see any of them on the market. Why not set up a brokerage company?"

"Hey, I don't know if you have noticed a problem. It's really amazing that 'yuyu' is from China! You must know that in a country where Chinese is the mother tongue, there are such talented English singers. It's harder than climbing to the sky!"

"Praise God, this is the purest and most beautiful English single I've ever heard, I think I'm in love with her, I'm hopeless, even if she doesn't accept me, don't break my fantasy and leave me alone One is intoxicated by her singing."

"I checked a lot of information just now and found that 'yuyu' has many Chinese songs, but I can't understand them at all, but her music melody is very good."

"Wait! Look what I found, the cover version of the English adaptation, oh my god, this is really good!"

"I decided to call her a goddess. She is also very beautiful. For those who haven't watched the MV, I hope everyone can watch it. She is very cute."

It has almost become a competition of praise words for foreigners, and the words of praise emerge in endlessly.

Yu Ran'er was paying attention to foreign public opinion. When she saw the English comment section of the global music software, she couldn't help but blush.

Cough cough, the American people are very unrestrained.

Then click the X in the upper right corner to exit and switch back to Huaxia District.

...

On the other side, all over Europe and America.

The night is spreading in the sky until it covers the entire sky and engulfs the entire land.

And the city lit up the horn of resistance, and the lights went from point to surface. In just one hour, the city had turned into a luminous steel forest, dispelling the thick darkness.

The taxi driver on the road, an uncle in his thirties, drove the passengers to the countryside, humming an old song, looking at the spacious road, the grass on both sides was blown up by the wind.

"Recently, the radio stations broadcast all old songs, nothing new." Passenger A frowned.

"That's right, there aren't any good songs recently." The driver nodded in agreement.

At this time, the voice of the female anchor sounded in her ears, and she said on the radio station: "Hey ladies and gentlemen, it's time for us to recommend new songs today, and today our recommendation is "LoveStory"! This is a song written by a Chinese. English song!"

Hearing this, the driver frowned and said: "English songs written by Chinese? Isn't that the country of Chinese? Recently, the songs pushed by the radio station are getting worse and worse. If there are no good new songs, they will push songs written by foreigners.

Are the English songs written by the Chinese better than our native speakers? What a mess! "

"That's right, switch the radio station." Passenger A couldn't agree more.

At this time, the hostess seemed to have guessed the reaction of the audience, and hurriedly added: "Don't change the station in a hurry, I guarantee that after you listen to it, you will never want to miss this beautiful piece of music, I guarantee it with my personality!"

Hearing this sound, the outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and the driver hesitated for a moment.

To cut, or not to cut?

This is a simple multiple choice question.

"Forget it, give her a face, after all, I've listened to it for so many years, and I don't care about a few seconds. If the prelude is not good, just switch to the radio station." Mr. Driver said.

Passenger A frowned, but the self-cultivation of an adult made him hold back the rebuttal, and shrugged as if he didn't care.

Having said that, he was also puzzled by the female anchor's strong recommendation.

Can Chinese people who speak Chinese as their mother tongue really write good English songs?

A big question mark lingered in the hearts of the two of them.

In the next second, music like Koizumi's tinkling sounds sounded, progressively layer by layer, piercing the heartstrings.

This is a wonderful prelude, and you can tell it's not a bad song as soon as you hear it. The female anchor's eyes finally shined once.

"Hey, that doesn't sound too bad, how about we keep listening for a while?"

"I also think I can listen to it for a while." The European passenger in the taxi nodded.

Then Yu Ran'er spoke, and the voice full of love made the two foreigners unable to close their mouths.

"(The following is the translated lyrics)

We were young when we first met you

I closed my eyes and the scene flashed again

..."

Listening to the English lyrics, Passenger A closed his eyes.

As if the scene of the afternoon sun appeared in front of his eyes, a young girl passed through the crowd and greeted him with a smile that was even brighter than the sun, which made people feel warm.

That emotion, like a trickle, flowed through my heart and intensified.

Is this really a song written by a foreigner? It doesn't sound like it!

Passenger A opened his eyes with surprise written all over his face.

A little fascinated and a little happy, like discovering a treasure, and falling in love with this song ever since.

And Mr. Driver has retracted his fingers. While driving and listening to music, his originally rock-solid expression stretched out, revealing a gentle smile.

When the music reached its climax, he slowed down the speed of the car and turned up the sound of the stereo, just to reduce unnecessary noise and listen carefully to this rare sound of nature.

The car continued to drive forward, music was playing from inside and outside the car, and the blond beauties and tall men passing by all looked sideways, showing puzzled eyes.

What kind of song is this that sounds so good?

There was silence in the car for a moment, and the atmosphere did not take a breath until the end of three minutes and fifty-six seconds. The two took a long breath to relieve the difficulty of holding their breath just now.

It was also at this time that the driver drove to the destination, stopped the car and commented: "I thought, I was wrong, I shouldn't doubt her, this song is the best gift God gave us, and it really shouldn't be missed."

"Yes, this is a very beautiful piece of music. I've made up my mind, I'm going to confess today! The driver will trouble you again, and drive back the same way, I hope she hasn't left there yet." Passenger A tightened his collar, solemnly road.

The driver glanced at him, and it seemed that the power of the music had aroused the passenger's emotions and made him determined to take that step.

Maybe it's a line in "LoveStory", I'm tired of waiting forever.

"Extremely happy." The driver smiled, stepped on the accelerator, and left in dust.

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