砰!!!一声,什么害怕都化为灰烬,只有燃烧到第九感的小宇宙。WHO怕WHO啊,你当姐姐我是吓大的。
于是,唐晓萌挺胸抬头,拉这个几个三四岁围着她跑跑跳跳地小朋友上场,
“e my little friends
as we all sing a happy little working song
merry little voices clear and strong
e and roll your sleeves up
so that we can pitch in
cleaning crud up in the kitchen
as we sing along
and youll trill a cheery tune in the tub
as we scrub a stubborn mildew stain
lug a hairball from the shower drain
to the gay refrain
of a happy working song”
唱着唱着唐晓萌抛开了其他一切,觉得自己像回到了小孩子一样,和小朋友们一起拉着手蹦蹦跳跳地唱,一向害怕上台的她第一发现对这观众唱歌原来这么好玩。
“how we all enjoy letting loose with a little
la…da…da…dum…dum
while were emptying the vacu…um
its such fun to hum
a happy working song
oo…ooh
a happy working song”
欧阳辰看着台上的唐晓萌,表情从开始的好笑到有些怔忪。好像是不自觉地,脸上的五官却被欢乐的歌曲感染地柔和了一两分。
“oh; how strange a place to be
till edward es for me
my heart is sighing
still; as long as i am here
i guess a new experience
could be worth trying
hey! keep drying!”
“太棒,晓萌唱歌这么好听,”爱丽丝由衷地说。台下几个老头都跟着唐晓萌的边跳边唱一起跳了起来,中年或年轻人的眼睛里真如同是装上了星星一样,被这个不矫作、活泼的东方女人感染了。
“……if you cannot sing then hum along
as were finishing our happy working song!
ah。。。wasnt this fun?”
唐晓萌唱完了,欧阳辰神都没回来。
她的歌声的确很不错,但也并没有到好到天籁,可为什么……像点穴一样,令自己每个毛孔都有微微地跳动。肆无忌惮的快乐,是多么奢侈。