32 032. I'm afraid you can't sleep_1

"Don't like this song? Then I'll change it."

Lu Ban quickly switched tracks, a child's tender voice singing a gentle melody.

"A wide river with waves, the wind blows and both banks are fragrant with rice flowers..."

"It's not..."

"This is the call of the heart, this is the dedication of love, this is..."

"Wrong!"

"You're like the fire in winter, the blazing flames warming my heart..."

"That's not what I meant!"

Qin Tiantian interrupted Lu Ban's song switching.

"Can you really sleep at night listening to this?"

She had heard of people counting sheep to fall asleep, of those who needed the sound of thunderstorms as a sleep aid, and also of those who would start snoring three seconds after closing their eyes, but listening to a Spring Festival Gala playlist to sleep was a first for her.

And these songs, weren't they from three or four decades ago?

Even older than Lu Ban.

It's said that when heaven opens a door for a person, it closes another window.