(Updated in the evening from Monday to Friday)
In the Yuyang Lounge, the golden sunset poured out a layer of golden sand. Jiang Mengyi was sitting on the sofa, her long fingers running quickly on the strings, and the melody was dancing.
Qiao Nan was lonely and didn't know famous music. He mistook the heartbeat of a wild bee as a random harp, and made an unsatisfactory comment: "It's as ripe as a melon falling from a vine. If the speed of the falling process is controlled well, it would be perfect."
Jiang Mengyi likes Qiao Nan, but she is not a marriage partner.
The generous breakup fee was placed in front of her, and she accepted it all and bought a black Fanta.
One day, Jiang Mengyi heard a song that Qiao Nan had recorded five years ago on the English listening machine she used.
"Heartbeat of the Left Hand", performed by Jiang Mengyi.
After graduating from graduate school, Qiao Nan went to teach in the north and was so poor that he only had an expensive guitar.
A friend introduced me to a part-time singing gig at the only bar in Mayang Town.
Smoke is in the eyes, punk decorates the nine-headed body, five fingers sweep across the gut strings, and the bright lights tell the story of flowing gold.
The moment the string broke, Jiang Mengyi was a lone star in the dust, sitting alone in the sky and earth.
The bar owner asked Qiao Nan to listen to comments from professionals, but Jiang Mengyi said lightly: "It's something that neither you nor I can control."
When they separated, she said she fell in love with rock and roll and wanted to wander. Her destination would be the place where she could redeem her true heart.
The cornices and sandalwood smoke are vast, spring welcomes devout pilgrims, and autumn ends with a baptismal reincarnation. Jiang Mengyi stayed for five reincarnations, but no wild bee came to him.
**"Flight of the Bumblebee" is a famous song by Russian composer Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov.
Purpose: Love what you love, stick to what you stick to