The owner of the pit is so romantic.

I can’t carry it anymore.
I’m going to scream
"You will find your true love."
After singing a song, suluo said goodbye to the chubby girl who was moved to sparse inside, and then the horse was not serious. Cough cleared his throat.
"In fact, it is not to send live Cinderella, but to the frog king in the live broadcast. Do you know how to tell the girl you like?
Tell you a little secret, there is no love song in this world. If one song doesn’t work, then two songs. "
“66666666”
"Ha ha ha ha"
"It’s better to be funny than to hate it, so you have to spoil the atmosphere."
"Fortunately, my mechanism was almost cheated by you. It was a big lie."
But the pit owner is so charming. He’s so handsome. He’s so handsome.
The lucky draw is about to continue. Please, Guanyin Bodhisattva, let me win. I will give you the best tribute.
The fans were disappointed. It was a man this time.
Mom, egg man, what are you coming to see? The pit owner is going to see the actress. There are piles of catfish live broadcast platforms. You have to join in the fun.
Will you curse him for buying instant noodles without seasoning packets because he will order songs soon?
"Little Match Girl"
Sven man with glasses smiles. Look at his dress and the background environment in the video. He is a successful man.
"A very sad story. What do you like about this story?"
"Because I sold lighters in cold streets a long time ago, maybe my lighter works better than matches. I didn’t freeze to death."
Suluo didn’t ask anyone more. Everyone had their own story. They played the guitar.
"Walking on a cold snowy night.
I dream of selling matches and eating and drinking.
Frozen step by step, lonely step by step.
Cold human feelings freeze my hands
A pack of matches burns my heart.
Can’t stop moving forward in the cold night
The wind stung my face and the snow cut my mouth.
How long can I drag my feet?
"
Chapter three hundred and thirteen Have you ever experienced despair?
Sure enough, it’s another new song different from Tang Yike’s nursery rhymes.
"Who will buy my matches?"
"Who will light a hope department?"
"Who will buy me loneliness?"
"Who will realize my homesickness call?"
The sad and charming melody combined with the artistic conception in the story of the little match girl makes people fascinated and heartbroken.
In the dim eyes, I seem to see the little girl who sells matches in the street barefoot and barefoot in the cold and dark night.
No one can buy this poor little girl who is hungry and cold, and she can be shivering in the cold corner.
It’s too cold to strike a match. I hope that a little fire will warm me up a little. It takes a little heartbreaking and desperate.
"Every time I light a match, it shines slightly.
See hope, see dreams.
See mother Tian talking.
She said you should be brave, you should be strong
Don’t be afraid, don’t panic.
So that you don’t have to wander anymore.
Every time you light a match, it shines slightly.
See hope, see dreams.
See mother Tian talking.
She said you should be brave, you should be strong
Don’t be afraid, don’t panic.
So that you don’t have to wander anymore.
Mom holds your hand and goes home.