In the midsummer when the college entrance examination ended, 19-year-old Fang Zhuoran made a decision that surprised everyone - he gave up his college entrance examination score of more than 600 and turned around to become a wandering folk singer with no fixed address.
After the school heard about it, they rushed to the house overnight to block people, but Fang Zhuoran paid no attention to it, bought a ticket on his own, and left carrying his mother's ashes and an acoustic guitar.
He wants to walk in his mother's footsteps and die.
Before leaving for the last stop, Fang Zhuoran was earning travel expenses at the bar as usual, but accidentally saw a familiar figure.
The man's tall figure was half hidden in the darkness, his manners were elegant while talking and laughing, and he showed the charm of a mature and intelligent man.
Fang Zhuoran seemed to have suddenly lost his mind. He unconsciously changed the tune he was playing and singing, and even took the initiative to hand the man a glass of wine at the end. The other party was obviously a little drunk, his pupils were as dilated as stars, and the fingertips resting on Fang Zhuoran's wrist bones seemed to be on fire.
My life is going to end anyway, so what's the point of having a ridiculous night. Fang Zhuoran thought to himself as he opened the buttons of the other party's shirt.
Probably because the experience that night was too extraordinary, when they met again, the other party directly grabbed Fang Zhuoran's shoulder.
"Why should you just disappear?"
"Is it because my skills are not good enough?" Chen Mingyu's voice was mute in the darkness, exactly the same as the muffled groan he heard when Fang Zhuoran pulled open his collar that day.
"Because I'm going to die." Fang Zhuoran pushed Chen Mingyu's hand away and chuckled: "Why are you still like this, pressing and hurting me again?"
Chen Mingyu's eyebrows knitted together, "Don't make such a joke."
"No kidding." Fang Zhuoran put the car key in Chen Mingyu's hand, "If there is anything else you want to ask, I'll tell you if I can be my driver for once."
"Where are you going?" Chen Mingyu subconsciously clenched his hands.
"Watch the sunrise."
From that day on, Chen Mingyu became Fang Zhuoran's exclusive driver for his journey.
"Of course." Chen Mingyu turned over on the single bed in an unknown hotel and took the person into his arms, "You said you wanted to... Because you were afraid that I would really do something to you..."
Fang Zhuoran shook his head, and his voice was a little unnatural, "It's true that I want to die, but it's also true that I like you."
The doctor who doesn't want to wake up and sink × the sensitive folk singer who dares to love and hate
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Listening Guide:
1.33×33, I am definitely not a double clean at this age. If you mind, please cut the song.
2. A half-way novel is not entirely on the road.
3. The two of them are going in both directions, but after all, they are older, and talking about it will definitely feel like boiling a frog in warm water, so the pace will not be very fast. The time makes people become steady and hesitant. If you want to read the stories of young people, you can refer to the R&B series of articles on the home page.
Intention: Give yourself back to yourself
