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As the two of them were silent, an indescribable repression suddenly fluctuated between them, as if they had broken through each other's distance, connected with their mobile phones, and passed on to each other.

Even Wu Yan and Mi Jiu couldn't see what expression was on the person on the other end of the phone at the moment, but perhaps it was because they didn't need to face each other, and their mental defenses were much weakened a lot.

Therefore, after waiting for a long time, Wuyan waited for Mijiu's somewhat sad words.

"No...Now, I only have one voice left..."

"Is it...?" Wuyan sighed with disappointment.

“What a pity…”

After hearing this sentence, Mijiu was silent again, but the silence did not last long. Soon, a sentence contained unknown emotions and sounded very complicated words from the other end of the phone came into his silent ears.

"Why are you so keen on my previous voice? Is it because my voice is not good now?" Although I can't see Mijiu's current appearance, judging from the low voice, Mijiu should have pursed her lips and squeezed out such a sentence.

"It is obvious that compared to the previous voice, the current voice has more fans support, and it has attracted more attention from the upper class in the entertainment industry. Why do you want me to sing with my previous voice?..."

"Ask this question..." Wu Yan shook his head, threw down the clothes in his hand, sat on the bed, pondered for a while, and asked, "Then I ask you, why do you want to sing in your current voice? Do you hate your previous voice so much?..."

"How could it be annoying!" Mijiu's voice seemed excited. "That's my voice! The only thing left after I've been a child! How could it be annoying?!"

"Then why don't you use it to sing?..." Wuyan closed his eyes. "It's obviously your voice, right?"

"Because it is gone! It has been taken away by those dirty humans!" Mijiu's excited voice began to carry resentment.

"So what if it's good?! It's gone yet! It's gone! I have nothing to do!"

"Is that true?..." Wuyan's heart was strangely calmed down by listening to Mijiu's excited, resentful and bitter voice.

"The so-called psychogenic disease refers to a disease caused by mental or psychological factors, which is manifested in the fact that the patient suffers a certain blow in life or mental aspects, allowing the disease that should not have been directly reflected in the body through the patient's mental fragility..."

"The same is true for psychopathy, which is just to directly reflect the fragility of the heart in the body..."

After sorting out my inner emotions, my silent voice suddenly became gentle.

"So. Meijiu, your voice has never been lost. It is in your body. As long as you can become strong, it will wake up..."

"Strong? Are you trying to say I'm fragile?..." Meijiu smiled, smiling sarcastically.

"What if the previous voice comes back? Will anyone listen to me singing?"

Without waiting for a speechless answer, Mijiu raised her tone himself.

"It's impossible. If someone is really obsessed with my singing, why are you confused when there are rumors? Why do you believe it when there are scandals? Don't they like my voice, like my songs? What does my voice have to do with those scandals?!"

"So, those fans wouldn't believe me before. When I was in pain, no one helped me..." Meijiu's voice turned into a thick slump, full of self-deprecation.

"Even if I have that voice again, then when that situation comes again, I will still be betrayed..."

"If you have the current voice, others will believe me..."

"If even the sound is lost now, then I..."

"So~~~~ Say~~" Before Mijiu finished speaking, she dragged her tone and spoke to her with extreme dissatisfaction.

"I kept saying it from the beginning, I want to listen to the songs you sing, using your original voice, why do you think no one likes your songs? Am I right here?!"

"You..." Meijiu's voice trembled violently, and she immediately bit her teeth.

"Do you think I will believe you if you say this? You just want to seal my spiritual power and say that, I won't believe it..."

"Maybe there are reasons for that. I have never heard the songs you sang before..." Wu Yan said calmly.

"But, if you say that when you are in pain, there is no one to help you, then I can't agree!"

Meijiu was stunned.

"There is a girl in a state of pain in front of you. If you are a man, you will want to lend a helping hand. Those fans of your past did not lend a helping hand to you when you were in pain, because they are not men at all!"

Wu Yan sneered without hesitation. "You have caught all the men in this way because of the betrayal of a group of trash wearing men's masks. You think they are all dirty existences. So please forgive me, I can't agree with your statement!"

"It sounds nice..." Meijiu gritted her teeth and endured her inner wave.

"Just as you said, you just want to overturn all my previous cognitions in just one sentence. So please forgive me, I can't agree with your statement!"

Hearing this, Wu Yan couldn't speak...

Just like Mijiu said, no matter how nice it sounds, it is just a single sentence after all, and there is no evidence to prove that what he said is correct.

On the contrary, Mijiu's past experiences are indeed there, which has always proved the ugly side of a man and proved that what she said is correct.

Although there was a suspicion of being caught in one go, in fact, at that time, no fan chose to believe Mijiu and lend a helping hand to her.

Mijiu has seen the dark and ugly side of this society, but she has not yet allowed her to see the bright and hopeful part. How can she believe her words?…

So what? What about saving this poor girl who was hurt and still had a huge scar in her heart. She has not healed until today. She has been living a lonely and distrustful person. What about the poor girl?

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Wuyan's mind.

Is it because of this that Mijiu sincerely hopes that someone can listen to his own words, listen to his complaints, and let himself vent his past pain?…

Is it because of this that since that contact, I have left a deep impression on Mijiu, and I have received calls from Mijiu every day?…

Mijiu, is it because she is too lonely that she wants to talk to herself and keeps calling herself?…

Is what she wants just an object that can tell the pain of the past?

Thinking of this, Wu Yan took a deep breath and laughed out loud.

"Hey, Meijiu..." At this moment, Wu Yan's voice was very light, but extremely soft.

"When you have psychophobia, you must have been hoping for a while in your heart, waiting for someone to help you, so you say the saying "When you are in pain, no one will help you"?..."

Mijiu's heart beat violently, and her eyes fluctuated, causing her to open her mouth reflexively, and immediately wanted to refute.

But before she could retort, the silent voice resounded in her ears and in her heart.

"Okay! I've decided!" Wu Yan laughed and said this loudly.

"From this time when you have not chosen to believe me, I will always wait with hope and wait for you to believe me!"

As he spoke, his silent smile became bright.

"So, Mijiu, you must lend a helping hand to me..."

"You...you..." Mijiu's voice trembled continuously, and her heart was in chaos.

Because, there, some closed place is constantly shaken...

Perhaps it was because Mijiu could hear her inner emotions from her voice, she smiled silently and changed her voice.

“When is the concert held?…”

Meijiu was stunned for a moment and replied subconsciously: "A week later, the central venue of the northern square of Tiangong City was two o'clock in the afternoon..."

"Oh? Time is still sufficient..." Wuyan shrugged.

"I understand, I will take my family with me to cheer you up!"

"Ha?..." Mijiu was stunned. "Didn't you say you want to hear me sing in a real voice? At that time..."

"I really want to hear you sing in real voice, but you can't do it now, aren't you?" Wu Yan kept smiling, smiling...
Chapter completed!