Chapter 464: Chengdu Can't Take Away Only You

The panic was only temporary.

While brushing his teeth, Chen Nuo regained his composure.

After brushing, he began to wash his face.

Once finished, he dried off with a new towel Gao Yuanyuan had prepared for him.

He had already grown accustomed to this northern method of face-washing, rarely using a towel to dab water on his face anymore—rinsing directly with running water and using the towel only to dry off. Washing this way was indeed cleaner than the former method and caused less damage to the skin's stratum corneum. For an actor who relied on his face to make a living, this was quite important.

He looked at the man in the mirror.

The person in the mirror had a calm expression, clear eyes, and clean, fair skin. The hair at his temples was slightly dampened by water, appearing a bit disheveled. His facial features were well-defined with clean contours, and a bit of dark stubble had sprouted on his chin and lips, giving him a sense of steadiness that marked the transition from youth to young adulthood.

The most marvelous thing was that even without smiling, the corners of his mouth seemed to hold a faint, subtle curve, making it very difficult for others to harbor hostility toward him.

Facing the mirror, he casually tousled his hair a few times. Although he hadn't blow-dried it, the hair still fell naturally and smoothly, soft and voluminous, fitting the shape of his head as if he had just had it styled.

This was his current bare-faced state.

Without any makeup or any enhancements and filters, he still looked as if he had been touched up with over a hundred layers of beauty software from the future.

In all fairness, he looked even better than in his previous life.

The reason?

Chen Nuo thought to himself while shaving.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't experienced too many troublesome things in this life.

The college entrance exam went smoothly, and he got into his desired university.

His parents' marriage had also avoided the tragedy of his past life due to his intervention.

He hadn't returned home to live off his parents like in his previous life, nor had he fallen into a protracted cold war with his father, nor had he plunged into a quagmire of a decadent life, moving from one woman's bed to another.

In this life, he seemed to have always been walking on the path of light.

There was less hostility.

And he had avoided that period of squandering his youth, giving up on himself, and harming others and himself.

Thus, the appearance followed the heart.

……

After washing up, Chen Nuo returned to the living room to put on his coat, took out his phone, and subconsciously wanted to give Ling Hu a call.

He was participating in the Spring Festival Gala this year, so Gu Lina Zha and Ling Hu could only accompany him to spend the New Year in Jingcheng, and they would have to go to the United States afterward. Feeling guilty about this, he had specifically arranged for both of them to bring their families to Jingcheng for the New Year, with the company covering the travel and accommodation expenses.

He hadn't expected the CCTV side to be so quick, so he hadn't made any prior arrangements for the morning.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that Ling Hu, including Gu Lina Zha, should be accompanying their respective families right now.

His hand paused at the edge of his pocket; after thinking for a moment, he finally put the phone back inside.

In any case, the CCTV building was also in the Chaoyang District, only two or three kilometers away from Tuanjiehu. Besides, if he called Ling Hu over, he would still have to wait, so it was better to just go down and hail a taxi himself.

Chen Nuo put on his mask, pulled the hood of his down jacket over his head, glanced back at Gao Yuanyuan's bedroom door, and walked straight out.

When he reached the elevator lobby, it was a coincidence that a family of three was also waiting for the elevator there.

A couple in their thirties was holding hands with a little girl of about three or four years old.

It sounded like the couple was discussing buying New Year goods. The little girl was bundled up tightly from head to toe, revealing only an apple-like face. Holding her mother's hand, she heard footsteps, turned her face, and tilted her head to look at him.

After that, she kept staring at him without looking away.

Chen Nuo kept his hands in his pockets and stood to one side, silent. His hand felt something in his pocket; he took it out and saw it was a peppermint candy he had taken from the table after paying the bill at the bar last night, which he had forgotten to eat.

Soon, with a "ding," the elevator arrived.

The family of three walked into the elevator, and Chen Nuo followed them in.

The elevator car was very small. He lowered his head, only to meet a pair of round, black-and-white eyes.

The little girl grinned at him.

When she opened her mouth, Chen Nuo saw that her teeth hadn't fully grown in yet, which looked a bit funny.

Chen Nuo was amused and smiled back at her.

At this, the little girl seemed encouraged and smiled even more happily, reaching out to grab his hand.

Her mother was startled and pulled the little girl back, "Yuanyuan, what are you doing?"

Then she looked up at Chen Nuo, smiled, and said, "Sorry about that."

Chen Nuo took a step back and shook his head.

Yuan-yuan, or Yuan-yuan, or Yuan-yuan, or perhaps Yuan-yuan—he hadn't heard clearly.

But regardless of which one it was, the little girl named Yuanyuan didn't listen to her mother; she suddenly struggled hard to break free from the woman's hand and trotted toward him.

Her parents were both stunned by this scene.

Although their little girl was adorable, her personality had always been very strange. Whether at kindergarten or at home, let alone hugging her, even if teachers or relatives and friends got a little close, she would be very resistant. Except for the two of them, no one could get close to her at all.

They had even seen a child psychologist. The doctor said this was social avoidance caused by the child's lack of security and excessive sensitivity, and suggested taking the child out more to be exposed to crowds and sunlight; otherwise, she would grow up to be a very strange person—the kind who sleeps during the day and comes out at night, acting crazy and erratic, which was no good.

To avoid this outcome, the family of three had gone out today to buy New Year goods and also planned to take their daughter shopping, see the sun, and breathe some outdoor air.

As a result, they hadn't expected that just after leaving the house, their daughter, who usually ignored everyone, would suddenly show such a close attitude toward a stranger, which was not only surprising but also truly inexplicable.

"Yuanyuan, don't be naughty." The girl's father grabbed the little girl, hugged her, lifted her up with both hands, and said to Chen Nuo in Mandarin with a Northeast accent, "Sorry, brother, she's not usually like this."

Chen Nuo shook his head and said, "It's fine."

The man gave him a friendly smile, "Do you live here? I don't think I've seen you before?"

Chen Nuo said, "No, I'm here to see a friend."

"Oh." The man nodded and didn't ask any further.

The little girl in his arms kept twisting, still not giving up, babbling incoherent words and waving her arms and legs.

The man smiled apologetically and immediately changed his posture, turning the little girl's face to face inward.

Well, the little girl twisted her head back a few times, and seeing no way to turn around to see the person, she actually pouted her little mouth and burst into tears with a "waa." The sound was extremely loud, making Chen Nuo's ears buzz in the elevator.

"Ding."

The elevator arrived, and Chen Nuo walked out quickly.

As he walked, he could hear the little girl's parents constantly comforting her, but the little girl's crying didn't stop; instead, it intensified. The mother seemed to be getting a bit impatient and scolded her twice, which only made the little girl's crying even worse.

Chen Nuo listened as he walked and couldn't help but stop at the entrance of the unit building.

Then he turned around, took long strides, and walked quickly to the family who had just stepped out of the elevator.

The young mother spotted him first and was a bit startled; the girl's father saw him too and said in surprise, "Hey, you..."

Chen Nuo ignored them.

Seeing the little girl crying her heart out, her face a mess of tears and snot, looking extremely miserable, he took that small peppermint candy out of his pocket.

He took the girl's hand, placed the candy in her palm, and said, "Here's a candy for you, stop crying."

This sentence was like a miracle cure; the little girl's crying stopped abruptly, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Chen Nuo smiled and looked up, asking, "What's her name?"

The girl's father was stunned and didn't speak, but her mother spoke up from the side, "Ai Xuexue, 'Ai' as in Ai Qing."

Chen Nuo was taken aback, "Isn't her name Yuanyuan?"

Her mother laughed, "No, that's her nickname. Her grandmother gave it to her. Her formal name isn't that."

"...I understand." Chen Nuo nodded and smiled. He thought as much; how could there be such a coincidence.

"Ai Xuexue, no more crying now." Saying this, he ruffled the little girl's hair, nodded to the couple, and turned to leave.

Afterward, there really was no sound of crying coming from behind.

Chen Nuo felt a sense of relief, pushed open the unit door, and walked out with a light step.

……

Chen Nuo's good mood was soon blown away by the rustling cold wind on the streets of Beijing.

Especially after leaving the residential complex, the wind blew from all directions, giving one the feeling of falling into an ice cellar.

Even worse, it was really hard to hail a taxi on the streets in this day and age. Chen Nuo found an intersection and waited for maybe ten minutes before seeing a taxi drop off passengers not far in front of him.

By this time, he was shivering and hunched over from the cold. Seeing this, he didn't care about anything else, lunged forward, and grabbed the front passenger door of the taxi just before two girls could reach it.

"Ah—"

Hearing a sound of annoyance and disbelief from behind, he felt a bit embarrassed, turned back, and asked, "Do you want to share the ride?"

"No... wait, yes."

A girl with long hair and a melon-seed face looked up into his eyes, blinked, and transitioned quite naturally from "no" to "yes," then said, "We're going to the China World Trade Center, where are you going?"

The rehearsal for the CCTV Spring Festival Gala was at the old site, which was over on Fuxing Road in the Haidian District.

But Chen Nuo was going to a recording studio at the new site on the East Third Ring Road in Chaoyang District, which was the "Big Pants" building famous throughout the country in later generations.

The "Big Pants" building had only started being used after New Year's Day this year. Come to think of it, from 2004, it had taken a full eight years of construction and rectification—it was as old as the War of Resistance Against Japan, which was quite something.

The China World Trade Center and the CCTV building weren't far apart, and the route was on the way, so the three of them got into the car together. Chen Nuo sat in the front passenger seat, and the two girls sat in the back. The taxi driver was happy to see this, feeling like it was a windfall.

After driving for a while, the two girls in the back seat kept whispering to each other. Then, the long-haired girl suddenly asked out of the blue, "What are you going to the TV station for? Work?"

Chen Nuo looked at the rearview mirror.

To be fair, both girls were quite pretty. The long-haired one had a melon-seed face and big eyes, looking a bit like Fan Bingbing, while the short-haired girl next to her was even more delicate, her brows and eyes looking a bit like Wang Meng from his university class.

"No," Chen Nuo replied, "I'm going nearby to take care of something."

"Oh." The long-haired girl responded, but she kept staring at him in the rearview mirror, "That... has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like a celebrity?"

Chen Nuo said, "No."

The girl said earnestly, "You really do. When I see your eyes, I feel like I've seen them before, but I just can't remember who it is."

Chen Nuo smiled.

"Really," the long-haired girl said, "Why don't you take off your mask and let me see? Seriously, I'm feeling really uncomfortable right now; my brain keeps thinking about it, but I just can't place it."

Chen Nuo said, "I've caught the flu."

As soon as these words were out, the driver in front immediately turned his head to take another look at him, grinning as he said, "Not bad, young man, you've got civic virtue."

Chen Nuo said, "Thank you."

Hearing this, the two girls in the back seat couldn't find anything more to say; they fell sullenly silent for a few seconds, then huddled together again, whispering in each other's ears.

"……Chen Nuo."

It was the voice of the short-haired girl, very soft, yet like a fine needle, it pierced sharply into his ear.

But the next instant, the long-haired girl laughed: "Hahaha—you... you really dare to think! Hahahahaha."

Amidst the laughter, Chen Nuo turned his head and looked out the window on his side—

Not only had the "Big Pants" building, familiar to later generations of Chinese, been completed, but compared to when he first arrived in Jingcheng in 2004, the changes in the city over these eight years had been immense.

Almost every time he returned to the country, he would discover that either a new building had appeared somewhere, or a new subway station had been added elsewhere.

But now, apart from him, no other common folk should know that this was merely the prelude to the beginning of a magnificent chapter.

The short-haired girl's words from just now hadn't just been heard by him; the driver had clearly heard them too, and now chimed in: "In the last two years, it’s not just me saying this, but that guy named Chen Nuo is really popular. You’d think being popular domestically is one thing, but he actually managed to be popular all the way to America. Hey, I’ve lived half my life and this is the first time I’ve seen it; it’s truly rare. I watched that American blockbuster he starred in before, what was it called? I’ve forgotten. That special effects work, it’s not just me saying it, it was really awesome."

"Inception?" the long-haired girl said.

"Right, right, right, that’s the one. My kid dragged me to see it. I didn't want to go at first; you spend those tens of yuan to watch a movie, wouldn't it be better to go out for a good meal? Isn't that right? But it turned out to be pretty good. Aside from not understanding it, everything else was great."

The long-haired girl: "It is quite difficult; I watched it twice and still didn't understand it."

The short-haired girl also spoke up: "I watched it three times."

The driver laughed: "You young people are really willing to spend money. If it were me, I wouldn't be able to bear it. If you don't understand it, you don't understand it; I’m not relying on that to pass a college entrance exam."

"Hahahaha."

Both girls laughed.

"Are you two going to the World Trade Center to shop?" the driver asked.

The long-haired girl said: "Yes."

"Looking at you two, you must be sisters, right?"

"Mm, she is my cousin."

"I knew it, you look a bit alike. Are you both still in school?" "Yes, I'm studying in BJ, and my sister is in America."

"Oh my, so you're overseas students; no wonder you look so stylish."

The short-haired girl laughed and said: "Thank you, you speak very kindly."

"Not at all, I'm just telling the truth. Don't you agree, young man?"

Chen Nuo didn't dare to speak, he just nodded.

At this moment, the phone in his pants pocket rang.

He answered it, and a girl's voice came from the other end, complaining the moment she spoke: "Where did you go? Didn't you say you were coming back this morning? Why haven't you arrived yet?"

He said in a low voice: "I have something to do, I'll be back later."

"What is it?" Liu Yifei continued.

"Something."

"Why are you whispering? What's wrong with you?" Liu Yifei's voice suddenly became alert, "Who is next to you?"

"No one."

Liu Yifei exclaimed: "How is that possible! You're being all sneaky, tell me, where exactly are you?"

Chen Nuo said in a low voice: "In a taxi."

"A taxi? What taxi?" Liu Yifei said incredulously, "You went to take a taxi?"

"Mm."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You, you, you, are you alone?"

"Yes. I'll tell you later."

"You really are... aren't you afraid...?" As Liu Yifei spoke, she suddenly laughed and said: "Forget it, you're crazy enough, I suppose you'd do it. Tell me when you're done, come back early. I've already bought the groceries; I'm cooking myself today to let you taste the culinary skills I've been practicing hard lately."

"Okay."

The call ended.

After he finished this call, the interior of the car fell silent again.

The two girls in the back seat stopped chatting with the driver and started whispering in each other's ears again.

After a while, the long-haired girl's voice seemed louder than before: "Handsome, are you sure you aren't some celebrity? I feel like your voice is very familiar too. You wouldn't happen to be going to the CCTV side to rehearse for the Spring Festival Gala, would you?"

Chen Nuo checked their location; they were still two streets away from the "Big Pants" building, almost there. "No."

"Are you really not? But I really feel like your voice is quite familiar."

Chen Nuo said: "Really not."

The driver laughed: "Miss, you're mistaken there. The young man is definitely not going to the Spring Festival Gala rehearsal, because the rehearsal isn't even held there..."

The driver gave an explanation, and the two girls in the back finally quieted down.

"By the way, do you think that Chen Nuo will be on the Spring Festival Gala this year?" There isn't a single driver in Jingcheng who isn't a chatterbox; once the floodgates open, they can't be closed. One topic after another, unstoppable, "I've been reading the news for two days, it says all sorts of things. Do you know if there's any definite word yet?"

"He will, he definitely will." This was the voice of the short-haired girl sitting directly behind Chen Nuo, "Why would he return to BJ from America if he wasn't participating in the Spring Festival Gala? He must have come back to participate in the gala."

The driver laughed: "Can't a person come back to visit relatives?"

"He's not from Beijing, what relatives is he visiting in BJ? He's from Xichuan. With the New Year approaching, he must be in BJ for work, definitely for the Spring Festival Gala. He still has many awards ceremonies in America; Inception was nominated for many awards, and he returned to the country instead of attending them. There is only this one possibility," the short-haired girl said very firmly.

"Haha, that would be great. Actually, I hope so too. I figure if he's there, my kid might be able to sit down and have a proper meal with us and watch TV. Otherwise, after eating dumplings, he'll definitely go play games. Do you know about that new computer game that came out, what's it called? League? Do you know it? My kid has been on break lately and plays it all day," the driver added.

"I don't know," the long-haired girl replied, then sighed, "I don't know what program he's in. When will the Spring Festival Gala list be announced? It's so annoying; if the list isn't announced, I don't feel at ease."

The short-haired girl said: "Don't worry, it'll definitely be fine."

"I think there's a problem. Yesterday, the NetEase news said it was already the fourth rehearsal, but he still hasn't participated. If he really is going to be on it, is there still time?"

"Why wouldn't there be time? Maybe he's practicing right now..."

Before the short-haired girl could finish her sentence, the driver slowly stepped on the brake and pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"We're here."

"Mm, thank you." Chen Nuo opened the car door, preparing to get out.

"Hey, hey, hey, young man, what about the money?"

Chen Nuo didn't know how long it had been since he had to pay for himself, and his mind had been preoccupied with other things, so he hadn't remembered at all. Hearing this, his mind went blank for a moment, and he immediately felt for his inner jacket pocket.

Phew, luckily, the wallet was in his jacket.

He took it out and looked; it was a stack of colorful bills. He remembered now: he had withdrawn this before the Golden Globe Awards nomination dinner, intending to use it for tips for the servers just in case.

He pulled the car door shut and said: "Um, driver, I don't have Renminbi here, only US dollars. Do you think that's okay?"

"What? US dollars?" The driver was a little surprised.

"Yes, look." Chen Nuo spread his wallet open and held it out in front of the driver.

"Hiss—" The driver looked and gasped, "Damn, there really isn't a single Renminbi note. Good heavens, how much do you have here? Did you just come back from America?"

At this moment, the taxi was quiet. Whether it was his imagination or not, Chen Nuo felt a chill behind his back.

He took out a bill and handed it to the driver, saying: "Is this okay, driver? Sorry, I really didn't have time to exchange it."

The driver looked at the 100 US dollars in his hand, then looked at him, his expression hesitant as he said: "It's okay, but do you have anything smaller? With this much, I can't make change early in the morning."

"No need to make change," Chen Nuo said, feeling relieved, "I'll pay for the two beauties in the back as well."

The driver took a deep breath, let it out, and slowly nodded: "Alright then."

"Alright, bye." Chen Nuo immediately pushed the door open and got out. He checked the direction and walked toward the main entrance of the "Big Pants" building.

He had only taken two steps when a scream suddenly came from behind him: "Chen Nuo—!"

He looked back and saw it was the short-haired girl. She had rolled down the back window at some point, her pretty little face flushed red—he couldn't tell if it was from the wind or something else.

"Chen Nuo! Is it you?" she called out again.

Immediately after, another head poked out; it was the talkative long-haired girl. She was even more uncomposed than the short-haired girl, her voice trembling: "Chen Nuo—is it really you? It's you, right?"

Chen Nuo looked at them, pulled his mask down a little, waved his hand, then turned around and walked away quickly.

……

……

Half an hour later, in a brand-new recording studio, a dozen people of all sorts were crammed inside.

There were others who couldn't get in, crowding at the doorway in a circle. Those on the outer edge, who were short, stood on tiptoe but still couldn't see inside, jumping up and down in anxiety.

"Alright, alright, everyone who has nothing to do with this recording, get out," Ha Wen said impatiently.

After a burst of noise, the recording studio door closed. Finally, only the relevant people were left inside, and they could begin in earnest.

Ha Wen said: "Let's listen to the songs first. Old Zhang, start playing."

A fingerstyle guitar melody began to play. Zhao Lei wanted to not be nervous, but his breathing was uncontrollably tight, and his heartbeat was accelerating.

Because he was absolutely certain that this very moment was the fork in the road of his destiny.

Soon, one song finished playing.

Ha Wen said: "This is the first song, titled 'Painting'. Chen Zong, what do you think? Or should we listen to the rest first?"

"Let's listen to the rest."

"Alright. Old Zhang, play the second one."

Compared to the first, the second song seemed rougher, especially in terms of vocals and arrangement, which were slightly immature. Zhao Lei hadn't slept all night; he had stayed up all night with the recording engineer and finally managed to rush out the sample this morning. Although this song was far from perfect, it was already his limit.

As Chen Nuo listened, a trace of doubt arose in his heart.

Had the song "Chengdu" already been released in this era? If it had already come out, why would Zhao Lei still be singing in a bar? Moreover, the more he listened, the more he felt there were significant differences between this version and the "Chengdu" in his memories—the melody, the harmony, and even the direction of a few lyrics were slightly different.

Even a layman like him who didn't know much about music could hear these differences, so it was clear that quite a lot had been changed.

The song ended.

Everyone looked at Chen Nuo in unison. He pondered for a moment before speaking: "I think the second one is good."

"Clap!"

Ha Wen slapped the table and said: "That's what we think too. Since that's the case, there's no time to lose. Would you like to start practicing now? Tomorrow afternoon is our final rehearsal, at which point we will record the backup tape. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to learn this song within this one day."

Ha Wen's attitude was much better than before, using polite honorifics for every sentence, and she wasn't wrong to do so.

When he participated in the Spring Festival Gala the year before last, they hadn't recorded a backup tape because time was tight. Come to think of it, the Central Television Station really took a massive risk. If any accident had happened during the live broadcast, leaving a blank space in front of the entire nation, it would surely have been the biggest broadcasting accident in the history of New China, and the station head would likely have had to come out to bow and apologize.

"Alright, let's begin," Chen Nuo nodded.

Ha Wen immediately instructed: "Teacher Lin, please explain the score to Chen Zong first, and Chen Zong, you can run through it with the score."

As soon as she finished speaking, an old man with graying hair walked up, sat down holding a guitar, spread out the sheet music, and began to explain.

Chen Nuo listened intently.

Fortunately, he had learned quite a bit of musical knowledge back when he was filming "Perhaps Love." Later, when he sang "Hawthorn Flower" himself, he also gained some practical experience. Otherwise, facing the dense staff notation at this moment, he was afraid he wouldn't even be able to keep up with the beat, let alone sing the melody accurately.

However, in the eyes of the professionals in the room, the song itself was not complex, so it was only natural that Teacher Lin explained it so quickly.

After all, the song was in C major, 4/4 time, with a stable melody and a gentle rhythm. For industry insiders, after looking at the score and practicing for half an hour, they could play it almost perfectly. This was even more true for the vocal part; the melody didn't jump, and the requirements for breathing techniques were not high. Basically, as long as the pitch was on point and one had a little musical foundation—at a level similar to Yang Mi or Liu Yifei—they could sing it.

After explaining for about ten minutes, the old man Lin said: "That's about it. It's very simple. Do you want to try running through it now?"

Heh. You bastard. If it weren't for the fact that I had practiced it countless times in my past life... Chen Nuo's expression remained unchanged as he nodded and said: "Sure."

Ha Wen asked: "Zhao Lei, do you have anything you want to say?"

Zhao Lei was perhaps a hundred times more nervous than if he were on stage singing himself, and he racked his brains to say: "The song itself isn't difficult; what's difficult is the emotion within it. That emotion is what I wrote into the song, hoping it would move people. So, when you sing it, it's best to immerse yourself in that scene."

He paused, then added: "Love, regret, nostalgia, and the atmosphere of ordinary life. That's about all I wrote into the song."

The recording studio was quiet for a brief moment, and Chen Nuo nodded seriously, saying: "I understand."

Just as Ha Wen said, he had to record the backup tape for the Spring Festival Gala tomorrow. Today he still had to go home to eat, sleep, and make love... In reality, the time left for him to practice was pitifully small. Therefore, for every rehearsal, he had to be fully focused and give it his all.

Chen Nuo walked into the soundproof booth of the recording studio, put on his headphones, closed his eyes, and let himself slowly immerse into it.

If it were any other song, with his current control over pitch and singing experience, it would be almost impossible to sing with depth and emotion in such a short time. But "Chengdu" was an exception.

It was a city he was familiar with, with familiar streets and familiar names.

It held countless memories of his.

Love, regret, and nostalgia—to him, these were all things that had truly happened, and there was no need for fantasy at all.

As for the atmosphere of ordinary life, did what he saw on his way here count?

When he opened his eyes, he felt that everything was ready.

He nodded to the sound engineer outside the soundproof glass, and the accompaniment in his headset immediately began to play.

He opened his mouth and began to sing slowly into the microphone.

"It wasn't just last night's wine that made me shed tears,

It wasn't just your tenderness that made me reluctant to part.

How much further must we walk while you hold my hand?

What makes me feel troubled is the struggle for freedom."

For this part, he didn't deliberately decorate his voice, nor did he force the rendering of emotion; he sang softly, as if sitting on the streets of Chengdu.

After finishing, he took a breath and, following the feeling in his heart, added a little more emotion.

It was as if he were singing of a late autumn wind and a lingering rain.

A hand he failed to hold onto that year.

"Parting is always in September, memories are the sorrow of longing.

The tender green weeping willows of late autumn kiss my forehead.

In that rainy little city, I have never forgotten you,"

Singing to this point, a person appeared before his eyes.

Not that bohemian woman, but another person, another face. If it had been her.

At that time, would he still have given up and left without any attachment?

After pausing for a beat, Chen Nuo continued to sing, and the next line of lyrics was the answer to many things in his heart—

(End of chapter)