Perverse rich lady vs handsome bar guitarist
"The second hardest thing in the world is singing 'Just Friends'."
"What about the first difficult thing?"
"Of course we are just friends."
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Song Yuan was extremely unlucky when he was eighteen years old.
His bank card was frozen, his cell phone lost signal for no reason, and he only had a few cash in his pocket. He ran away from home and ended up in an unknown town for no apparent reason. Even the train station was as shabby as a garbage dump.
It was a bad start, and I wanted to cry but had no tears.
But on her most unlucky day, a bar singer with a red-haired wolf tail on his head and a loudspeaker at his feet came over to talk to her very enthusiastically.
"Classmate, are you here for a trip? Our city F has beautiful scenery and is especially famous for its scenic spots and historic sites. The history here can't be counted on one hand..."
Song Yuan expressionless: "So?"
"So," the lead singer came over very familiarly and stretched out his finger, "I guess you must be in need of a local tour guide. What do you think of me? I will follow you throughout the whole process, focusing on companionship. I promise you to spend the least money and have the best value for money. It only costs 250 a day..."
Song Yuan: "..."
She looks a lot like Two Hundred and Five?
Facts have proved that Song Yuan is indeed the two hundred and fifty.
For a small sum of one thousand, she bought an entire summer that belonged to her.
And a guitarist named Lu Yan and her long-forgotten music dream.
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That summer day was like a freshly opened sweet and sour orange sparkling wine, bubbling and addictive.
Lu Yan rode his motorcycle and took her along the coastal road to chase the blues and the sunset, listening to the waves even at three in the morning.
Song Yuan hugged his guitar and hummed the lyrical melody he had just written, and spent the whole day in the corner of the bar drinking orange juice and writing music scores.
They kissed in a rental house that smelled of alcohol.
He buried his face in her neck.
"Song Yuan, please don't leave, okay?"
"Don't even... Forget me."
On the night when the stars were the brightest, I poured a slice out of the can. They lay side by side on the beach, humming Sunset Speed's "libidream" together.
"I live in the libidream, could never wake."
I live in a Libby dream and will never wake up.
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/The lead singer who loves to play rock and roll sang a summer ballad for her, which was a Libby dream that she would never forget.
/About Music About Fantasy About Love
/Vulgar fairy tales of small town literature
/oe
Intention: Believe that everything will happen
