Moving from the river view mansion to the urban alley, Song Li only had a half-sized suitcase and a worn-out electric guitar to accompany him.
No savings, no job, no boyfriend.
At nearly twenty-eight years old, she seems to have followed the fortune-telling advice of the elders in the village when she was a child, and her destiny is to be a broken fence that no one wants.
After settling the debt dispute with her ex-boyfriend and making the last phone call between the two, she glanced at a pack of cigarettes that came from nowhere and lit one without much thought.
When I was choked with tears, the door was suddenly pushed open.
In the smoke, Song Li saw a thin young man with blue hair on his head approaching her step by step, taking away the remaining cigarette case in her hand, and said with a smile, "Sister, stop smoking, smoke me."
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Song Li was convinced that Luo Zhecheng was a lunatic, and a very handsome lunatic at that.
There is a large high-end market near the apartment they share, and Luo Zhecheng is a fish stall employee there.
The man doesn't talk much. He always likes to stand on the balcony and smoke, and occasionally sings while holding his guitar.
He was said to be in a band, but his singing was tone deaf.
This sense of contradiction exists in more than one place in Luo Zhecheng.
He wore five-dollar supermarket slippers but used a valuable keyboard. He sang out of tune but had top-notch equipment.
Until one day,
Song Li went to the supermarket to buy groceries, and her ex-boyfriend, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, suddenly appeared and begged her to give him another chance.
When she was surrounded by onlookers, she was pulled into a hug, followed by a familiar male voice: "Sorry, I sold fish to feed her."
Looking up, Luo Zhecheng, who was supposed to be working, had changed into a crisp suit at some point, followed by managers and employees of all sizes.
Later, she sat in the living room and looked at a dozen real estate deeds and car keys that Luo Zhecheng threw on the coffee table.
A thought flashed through my mind: "The second generation dish is also the second generation!"
Purpose: happy life
