Lu Yuanxi: "Is there anyone you want to thank for getting to this point? It's a stranger. He encouraged me when I was at a low point..."
Flashback to three years ago.
On the street where the crowd dispersed, Song Qiu Ming scanned the QR code to transfer money.
Lu Yuanxi: "Thank you for supporting our band!"
Song Qiu Ming's inner OS: "It's over. My hands were shaking and I pressed an extra zero. I'm making hot pot. Can I withdraw? T^T"
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Song Qiu Ming likes to rain and like to hide in the rain without an umbrella, and a feeling of freedom rises in his heart.
The signature of Lu Yuanxi's circle of friends is "I hope to be the person who accompanies you in the rain."
At lunch, Song Qiu Ming didn't eat much and wanted to go shopping alone. Lu Yuanxi caught up with him and brought two pieces of tiramisu.
It started to rain halfway through.
The two of them took shelter from the rain in the bookstore. Lu Yuanxi handed over a pair of headphones. The more Song Qiu Ming listened, the more familiar he became.? ? ? Why are they all songs that I have shared on Weibo?
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Song Qiu Ming: "Do you usually have illegitimate children?" (Hands over the phone with a nervous face)
Lu Yuanxi's eyes darkened when he saw the familiar ID on the other party's mobile phone interface: "This is my... Trumpet."
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Lu Yuanxi smiled at Song Qiu at the beach, his hair a little messy by the sea breeze. Through the rippling blue waves, the sunset brought a gentle message. All the dusk was still, and only two souls were left flying towards each other. Human beings who are addicted to love are usually unconscious, but their cheeks secretly reveal a page of crimson poetry.
Sensitive singer of Sheniu
Intention: The soul's true listening is so profound that it will have to wait until autumn