Chapter 204

The west wind was very urgent.

It howled and whistled.

Fallen leaves from the maple forest of Xiangshan constantly fell upon him, onto the roof of the motorhome.

They constantly brushed past his side.

In that moment, there was an illusion.

He felt as if his entire person was shuttling through the overwhelming sea of maple leaves.

Winter was truly about to arrive.

It would not take long before all the maple leaves withered and fell.

【Goodnight, go take a shower and rest, you fool.】 a bullet comment said.

【Don't leave tonight, stay here overnight; if you drive again, it will be serious fatigue driving, very dangerous.】

【Goodnight, Brother Shiguang, sleep well; I know how you feel because I have experienced it too. Perhaps we did not experience the same moment, but you might, like me, often suffer from insomnia, so you use this method to exhaust your body and mind to fall asleep, right?】

【Sleeping, sleeping, brothers, sleeping; tomorrow we still have to work for those damn capitalists~ Goodnight.】

The number of viewers in the live broadcast room began to decrease.

Four hundred thousand.

Three hundred sixty thousand.

Three hundred fifty thousand.

Three hundred thirty thousand.

Two hundred eighty thousand.

On the roof of the motorhome.

Did Ning Chen was still sitting.

For a long time.

He raised his hand and picked up something beside him.

A guitar.

The remaining viewers in the live broadcast room.

Only then realized that he had, at some unknown time, already brought the guitar onto the roof of the vehicle.

In the west wind, among the maple leaves.

The strings of the guitar were gently plucked twice.

On the live broadcast screen, the previous bullet comments exchanging goodnights continued to fly by.

But.

Perhaps, seeing the streamer's this action.

Those bullet comments suddenly vanished.

And the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room, at this midnight hour.

Began again...

Three hundred thousand.

Three hundred sixty thousand.

Four hundred sixty thousand.

Five hundred eighty thousand.

Seven hundred ninety thousand!

Eight hundred eighty thousand!

One million and twenty thousand!!

All the staff of the official Shark platform had become heated!

They thought Brother Shiguang's live broadcast room should end like this tonight!

Unexpectedly!

Indeed, it is still you, Brother Shiguang!

It's about to explode!

"Trending! Get it on the trending list quickly! Quick!"

"The data is still a bit short!"

"What the hell about the data! Hang it directly at number one on the trending list! Quick!"

"The data has already exceeded it! Quick! Hang it on trending!"

The staff scrambled to operate!

141. (6/6) Early morning, the entire internet weeps.

On the roof of the motorhome.

That streamer named Brother Shiguang.

Lowered his head.

His fingers plucked the strings.

But he was not looking at the guitar.

Instead, he closed his eyes.

Listening to the wind and the rustling of the maple leaves beside his ears.

After the simple and upbeat intro passed.

In this moment, the number of online viewers in Brother Shiguang's live broadcast room had already reached one million and ninety-six thousand!

Everyone assumed such a prelude should naturally be a rather warm song.

Dark clouds cast a shadow in our hearts.

I listen to a mood that has been silent for so long.

Clear and transparent, like a beautiful landscape.

Only visible clearly within memories.

Can a heart that has been hurt continue to love me?

I pull tightly on hands that have no temperature.

Past tenderness has already been locked away by time.

Only the lingering sorrow remains.

Slowly falling maple leaves are like longing.

I light a candle flame to warm the autumn at year's end.

The aurora snatches the edge of the sky.

The north wind sweeps past the face of one who misses you.

I burned love into fallen leaves.

Yet I cannot trade back that familiar face.

Slowly falling maple leaves are like longing.

Why must the attempt to recover happen before winter arrives?

Loving you across time.

Two lines of tears from the end of autumn.

Let love seep into the ground.

All I want is you by my side.

Deeply fearing the maple leaves outside the window have already frozen into ice.

Slowly falling maple leaves are like longing.

I light a candle flame to warm the autumn at year's end.

The aurora snatches the edge of the sky.

The north wind sweeps past the face of one who misses you.