33-Year-old Xu Wenyuan returned home exhausted. Before unlocking the door with his key, he saw a young man lying next to the tree on the street downstairs.
The young man dyed his hair red.
Xu Wenyuan saw a person with red hair for the first time.
Xu Wenyuan accidentally brought him home and moved him to the sofa. When he woke up the next day, he found that the young man was not there. All the food in the refrigerator had been eaten, not even the dregs in the cookie box were left.
There was a note and a fifty-yuan bill on the coffee table.
The note said - thank you.
A week later, Xu Wenyuan saw the young man with red hair again at his door.
The young man squatted in front of his door, holding a guitar in his arms. His hair and clothes were wet, like a big dog that had been caught in the rain.
Xu Wenyuan recognized him immediately: "Ah, you are the one from a week ago..."
The young man nodded, and Xu Wenyuan asked again: "What do you want from me?"
Zhong Yuhao: "I'm hungry."
Xu Wenyuan: "?"
Zhong Yuhao muttered and said again: "I'm hungry."
Xu Wenyuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You haven't even paid for last week's food, and you still have fifty-nine yuan left."
"I don't have that much money." Zhong Yuhao looked at him and plucked the strings, "In this case, if I play a song for you, it will be used as food expenses. Do you think that's okay?"
A 19-year-old rich second generation who knows nothing about heaven and earth is attacked by a loyal dog × a 33-year-old ordinary, hard-working office worker
Purpose: Hold on to dreams and love life
