Chapter 464

Panic is only temporary.

While brushing his teeth, Chen Nuo regained his composure.

After brushing, he began to wash his face.

Once finished, he dried his face 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—he would rinse directly with running water, then use the towel only for drying. 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 for 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 messy. His facial features were distinct with a clean contour, and a bit of dark stubble had grown on his chin and lips, giving him a sense of steadiness that marked the transition from youth to young adulthood.

The most wonderful thing was that even without smiling, the corners of his mouth seemed to carry a faint, almost imperceptible 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 fluffy, fitting his head shape as if he had just had it styled.

This was his current bare-faced state.

Without any makeup, embellishments, or filters, he still looked as if he had been enhanced with over 100 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.

It was probably because he hadn't experienced too many troublesome things in this life.

The college entrance exam went smoothly, and he got into the university he wanted.

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 prolonged cold war with his father, nor had he plunged headlong into a muddy, 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.

He had less hostility.

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

Thus, the appearance is born from 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 call Brother Brother Linghu.

This year he had to attend the Spring Festival Gala, so Guli Nazha and Brother Brother Linghu could only accompany him to spend the New Year in Beijing, and afterward, they had to go to the United States. Feeling guilty about this, he had specially arranged in advance for both of them to bring their families to Beijing for the New Year, with the company covering the travel and accommodation expenses.

He hadn't expected the CCTV side to be so fast, so he hadn't made prior arrangements that morning.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered that Brother Brother Linghu, including Guli Nazha, should all be accompanying their respective families right now.

His hand paused at the edge of his pocket, he thought for a moment, and finally put the phone back in.

Anyway, the CCTV building was also in Chaoyang District, only 2 or 3 kilometers away from Tuanjiehu. Besides, if he called Brother Brother Linghu 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, looked back at Gao Yuanyuan's bedroom door, and walked straight out.

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

A couple in their 30s was holding hands with a little girl of about three or four years old.

It sounded like the couple was discussing buying New Year's goods. The little girl was wrapped 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.

Afterward, she kept staring at him without stopping.

Chen Nuo put his hands in his pockets and stood to one side silently. His hand touched something in his pocket, and when he took it out to look, it turned out to be a mint 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 behind and walked in as well.

The elevator car was very small. He kept his head down, only to end up meeting a pair of black-and-white, round, big eyes.

The little girl grinned at him.

Opening 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 at her.

At this, the little girl seemed to have received some kind of encouragement, smiled even more happily, and reached out to grab his hand.

Her mother was startled and pulled the little girl, "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 Yuan Yuan—he hadn't heard clearly.

But no matter which one it was, this little girl named Yuanyuan didn't listen to her mother, suddenly struggled with force to break free from the woman's hand, and pounced toward him with a patter of footsteps.

At this scene, her parents were both stunned.

Although their little girl was likable in appearance, her personality had always been very strange. Whether at kindergarten or at home, teachers or relatives and friends couldn't even get close to her, let alone hug her; 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 disorder caused by the child's lack of a sense of security and excessive sensitivity, and suggested taking the child out more often to contact crowds and sunshine, otherwise, she would become a very strange person when she grew up—the kind of person who is nocturnal and crazy, not a good thing.

To avoid this result, today the family of three went out to buy New Year's goods, and also planned to take their daughter shopping to see the sunshine and breathe some outdoor air.

As a result, they didn't expect that just after going out, their daughter, who usually ignored everyone, would suddenly show such an attitude of closeness to a stranger, which was not only surprising but 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, big brother, she's not usually like this."

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

The man smiled kindly at him, "Do you live here? I don't seem to have seen you before?"

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

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

The little girl in his arms kept twisting, still not giving up, babbling words that didn't form sentences, and waving her arms and legs.

The man smiled embarrassedly, immediately changed his posture, and turned the little girl's face in the other direction, facing inward.

This was great; the little girl turned her head and twisted a few times, and seeing no way to turn back to see the person, her little mouth pouted, and she started crying 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 and screaming didn't stop; instead, it grew more intense. The mother seemed to be getting a bit impatient and scolded her twice, but the result was that the little girl's crying became even worse.

Listening to this, Chen Nuo couldn't help but stop at the entrance of the unit.

Then he turned around, took a step, and walked quickly to the family that had just come out of the elevator.

The young mother discovered him first and was a bit stunned. The girl's father saw him afterward and said in surprise, "Hey, you..."

Chen Nuo ignored them.

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

He pulled the girl's hand, put the candy into her palm, and said, "Here's a candy for you, stop crying."

This sentence was truly like some kind of 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, saying, "Ai Sixue, the 'Ai' from Ai Qing."

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

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

"... Understood." Chen Nuo nodded and smiled. He had just said, how could there be such a coincidence.

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

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

Chen Nuo's mood felt suddenly enlightened; he pushed open the unit door and walked out with light steps.

……

Chen Nuo's good mood was soon blown away without a trace by the rustling cold wind on the streets of Beijing.

Especially after walking out of the residential area, the wind blew from all directions, making one feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

What was even more terrible was that taxis on the street in this day and age were really hard to hail. Chen Nuo found an intersection and waited for maybe ten minutes before seeing a taxi drop off passengers not far in front of him.

At this moment, he was shivering from the cold, so seeing this, he didn't care about anything else, dashed forward in one stride, and grabbed the front passenger door of the taxi before two girls could get to it.

"Ah————"

Hearing a burst of annoyed and incredulous shouting from behind, he felt a bit embarrassed, turned his head, and asked, "Do you want to ride together?"

"No... wait, that's good."

A girl with long hair and a melon-shaped face looked up at his eyes, blinked, and changed from "no" to "that's good" quite naturally, then said, "We're going to China World Trade Center, where are you going?"

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

But Chen Nuo was going to the recording studio, which was at the new site on the East Third Ring Road in Chaoyang District, also known as the "Big Pants" that became famous nationwide in later generations.

The Big Pants only started to be put into use after New Year's Day this year. Speaking of which, from 2004, it took a full eight years to build and renovate, the same age as the War of Resistance Against Japan, which was also quite difficult.

The China World Trade Center and the CCTV building were not 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 that it was a windfall from heaven.

After driving for a while, the two girls in the back seat kept whispering, and 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, the looks of these two girls were not bad. The long-haired one had a melon-shaped face and big eyes, looking a bit like Fan Bingbing, while the short-haired girl next to her was even prettier, and her eyebrows and eyes actually looked a bit like Wang Meng from his university class.

"No," Chen Nuo replied, "going to handle some business nearby."

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

Chen Nuo said, "No."

The girl said seriously, "You really do. When I see your eyes, I feel familiar, but I just can't think of who it is all of a sudden."

Chen Nuo smiled.

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

Chen Nuo said, "I have the flu."

As soon as these words came out, the driver in front immediately turned his head to look at him again, grinned, and said, "Young man, not bad, you have public morality."

Chen Nuo said, "Thank you."

The two girls in the back seat heard this and couldn't say anything more, fell silent resentfully for a few seconds, and then huddled together again, whispering in each other's ears.

"... Chen Nuo."

It was the voice of the short-haired girl, very light, very light, but like a thin needle, it suddenly pierced into his ears.

But the next moment, 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 was the "Big Pants" familiar to Chinese people in later generations completed, but compared to when he first arrived in Beijing in 2004, the changes in Beijing over these eight years were also huge.

Almost every time he returned to the country, he would find that either a building had been added somewhere, or a subway station had been added there.

But now, except for him, no other ordinary people should know that this was just the prelude to the beginning of a magnificent chapter.

The short-haired girl's words just now were heard not only by him but also by the driver, who then took up the conversation, "In the last two years, it's not that I'm saying it, but that guy named Chen Nuo is really popular. You say it's fine to be popular in the country, but he can actually be popular all the way to the United States. Hey, I've lived for half my life, and this is the first time I've seen this; it's really rare. Before, I watched that American blockbuster he acted in, what was it called, I forgot. That special effect, it's not that I'm saying it, it's really awesome."

"Inception?" the long-haired girl said.

"Yes, yes, yes, that's the one. My kid dragged me to watch it. I didn't want to go in the first place. You say spending those tens of yuan to watch a movie, it's better to go to a restaurant to eat a good meal, don't you think? As a result, I didn't expect it to be really good. Except for not understanding it, everything else is good."

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

The short-haired girl also spoke: "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 willing. If you don't understand, you don't understand; I don't rely on that to get into college."

"Hahahaha."

Both girls laughed.

"Are you two going to China World Trade Center for shopping?" the driver asked.

The long-haired girl said, "Yes."

"Looking at you like this, you're sisters, right?"

"Hmm, she's my cousin."

"I just said it, you look a bit alike. Are you both still studying?" "Yes, I'm studying in Beijing, and my sister is in the United States."

"Oh, so you're international students, no wonder you look so stylish."

The short-haired girl laughed and said, "Thank you, you speak really nicely."

"No, no, I'm telling the truth. Young man, am I right?"

Chen Nuo didn't dare to speak and nodded.

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

Answering it, there was a girl's voice inside, complaining as soon as she opened her mouth, "Where did you go? Didn't you say you were coming back in the morning? Why haven't you arrived yet?"

He whispered, "Something came up, I'll be back later."

"What happened?" Liu Yifei continued.

"Something came up."

"Why are you speaking so softly, what's wrong with you?" Liu Yifei's voice suddenly became alert, "Who is next to you?"

"No one."

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

Chen Nuo whispered, "In a taxi."

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

"Hmm."

"Really or fake?"

"Really."

"You, you, you, you're alone?"

"Yes. I'll tell you later."

"You really, aren't you afraid...?" Liu Yifei said, suddenly laughing, and said, "Forget it, you're crazy, you probably can do it. Then tell me when you're done, come back early, I've already bought the food, I'll cook myself today, let you taste the cooking skills I've been practicing hard recently."

"Okay."

The phone hung up.

After this phone call, the car fell silent again.

The two girls in the back seat didn't chat with the driver and started whispering in each other's ears again.

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

Chen Nuo looked at the location; now there were still two streets away from the Big Pants, and he was almost there, "No."

"Really not? But I really feel your voice is quite familiar."

Chen Nuo said, "Really not."

The driver laughed, "Girl, you're wrong about that. The young man is definitely not going to the Spring Festival Gala rehearsal, because the Spring Festival Gala rehearsal is not there at all..."

The driver explained a lot, and the two girls in the back seat finally gave up.

"By the way, do you think that Chen Nuo will be on the Spring Festival Gala this year?" There wasn't a single Beijing taxi driver who wasn't a chatterbox. As long as the conversation box was opened, it couldn't be closed at all. One topic after another, they couldn't be stopped, "I watched the news for two days, and they said everything. Do you know if there is any definite news now?"

"Yes, definitely yes." This was the voice of the short-haired girl sitting directly behind Chen Nuo, "Why would he come back to Beijing from the United States if he wasn't participating in the Spring Festival Gala? He must have come back to participate in the Spring Festival Gala."

The driver laughed, "Then it's not allowed for people to come back to visit relatives?"

"He's not from Beijing, what relatives is he visiting in Beijing? He's from Xichuan. It's almost New Year, he must be here for work, definitely for the Spring Festival Gala. He still has many award ceremonies in the United States. This time Inception was nominated for many awards, and he didn't go to participate but came back to the country. There is only this one possibility." The short-haired girl said very affirmatively.

"Haha, that's good. Actually, I hope so too. I guess if he's there, my kid can accompany us to have a good meal and watch TV. Otherwise, after eating dumplings, he will definitely go to play games. Do you know that a new computer game has come out recently, called what League? Do you know? My kid has been on vacation recently and plays all day." The driver said again.

"I don't know." The long-haired girl answered, then sighed, "I don't know what program he is. When will the Spring Festival Gala list be announced? It's annoying. If the list isn't announced, I still don't feel at ease."

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

"I think there's a problem. Yesterday, NetEase News said that it was already the fourth rehearsal, but he still didn't participate. If he really wants to be on it, is it still in time?"

"Why is it not in time? Maybe he is practicing right now..."

The short-haired girl's words were not finished, and the driver slowly stepped on the brake and stopped the car on the side of the road.

"Here."

"Hmm, thank you." Chen Nuo opened the car door, ready to get off.

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

Chen Nuo didn't know how long it had been since he paid for himself, and his heart had been occupied with things, so he didn't remember at all. Hearing this, his brain was stunned for a moment, and he immediately felt for his inner pocket.

Phew, fortunately, the wallet was in his clothes.

Taking it out to look, there was a stack of colorful bills inside. He remembered that this was taken before the Golden Globe Awards nomination dinner last time, prepared just in case to give tips to the waiters.

He pulled the car door shut and said, "That, driver, I don't have RMB here, only US dollars, do you think it's okay?"

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

"Yes, look." Chen Nuo spread out his wallet and brought it to the driver.

"Hiss—" The driver looked at it and gasped, "Damn, there really isn't a single RMB. Good guy, how much do you have? Did you just come back from the United States?"

At this moment, the taxi was quiet. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Chen Nuo felt a chill behind his back.

He took out one 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 face hesitant, and said, "It's okay, but do you have anything smaller? With so much, I can't break it early in the morning."

"No need to change." Chen Nuo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'll pay for the two beauties behind me too."

The driver took a deep breath, exhaled, and nodded slowly, "Alright."

"Then okay, bye." Chen Nuo immediately pushed the door and got out of the car, found the direction, and walked toward the gate of the Big Pants.

After walking only two steps, suddenly a scream came from behind: "Chen Nuo—!"

He looked back and saw it was the short-haired girl, who didn't know when she had rolled down the back window. Her pretty little face was red, and she didn't know if it was from the wind or what.

"Chen Nuo! Is it you?" She shouted again.

Immediately afterward, another head poked out; it was the long-haired girl who talked a lot. She was even more unseemly than the short-haired girl, her voice trembling: "Chen Nuo—is it really you? Is it you, right?"

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

……

……

Half an hour later, in a brand-new recording studio, it was crowded with more than a dozen people of all kinds.

There were also some who couldn't get in, so they crowded at the door, surrounding it in a circle. A few short ones on the outside stood on tiptoe and couldn't see inside, anxious and jumping up and down there.

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

Then there was a burst of noise, and the door of the recording studio closed. Finally, only the relevant people were left inside, and they could start properly.

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

A finger-picked guitar melody sounded. Zhao Lei wanted not to be nervous, but his breathing was uncontrollably tight, and his heartbeat was also accelerating.

Because he was incomparably certain that at this very moment, it was the fork in his destiny.

Soon, a song finished playing.

Ha Wen said, "This is the first song, the name is 'Painting', Chen Zong, what do you think? Or should we listen to it all before talking?"

"Let's listen to it all."

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

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

While listening, Chen Nuo felt a trace of doubt in his heart.

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

This kind of difference could be heard even by a layman like him who didn't know much about music, so it was conceivable that it had been changed quite a bit.

The song ended.

Everyone looked at Chen Nuo in unison. He pondered for a moment and then spoke: "I think the second one is not bad."

"Pa!"

Ha Wen slapped the table and said, "We think so too. Since that's the case, there's no time to lose. Do you want to start practicing now? Tomorrow afternoon is our last rehearsal, and we will record the backup tape then. We can only trouble you to practice this song within this one day."

Ha Wen's attitude was indeed much better than before, calling him "you" (polite form) every time, and she wasn't wrong.

When he participated in the Spring Festival Gala the year before last, he didn't record a backup tape because of the tight time. Speaking of which, CCTV was really taking a huge risk. If there was any accident on the spot, opening a window in front of the people of the whole country, that would definitely be the biggest broadcast accident in the history of New China, and I guess the station manager would have to come out and bow to apologize.

"Okay, then let's start." Chen Nuo nodded.

Ha Wen immediately ordered, "Teacher Lin, you first explain the score to Chen Zong, Chen Zong, you first walk through it according to the score."

As soon as the words fell, an old man with gray hair walked up, sat down holding a guitar, spread out the music score, and began to explain.

Chen Nuo listened carefully.

Fortunately, when he was filming "Perhaps Love" back then, he learned a lot of music knowledge. Later, when he sang "Hawthorn Tree" himself, he also had a certain amount of practical experience. Otherwise, facing the dense staff at this moment, he was afraid that 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, this song itself was not complicated, and it was natural for Teacher Lin to explain it quickly.

After all, this song was in C major, 4/4 time, with a stable melody and gentle rhythm. For industry insiders, looking at the score and practicing for half an hour, they could play it out 80-90%. The vocal part was even more so; the melody didn't jump, and the requirements for breathing techniques were not high. Basically, as long as the pitch was on, with a little music foundation, one could sing it at a level similar to Yang Mi and Liu Yifei.

After explaining for about ten minutes, Old Man Lin said, "That's about it, it's very simple, do you want to go through it once now?"

Heh heh. You damn... If it weren't for the fact that I had practiced it countless times in my previous life... Chen Nuo's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded, "Okay."

Ha Wen said, "Zhao Lei, do you have anything to say?"

Zhao Lei might be a hundred times more nervous than singing on stage himself at this moment, racking his brains and saying, "This song itself is not difficult; what's difficult is the kind of emotion inside. That kind of emotion is what I wrote in the song, hoping to move people. So, when you sing it, it's best to substitute yourself into that scene."

Pausing, he added, "Love, regret, and nostalgia, as well as the fireworks of the world. I probably wrote these things in the song."

The recording studio was quiet for a short while, and Chen Nuo nodded seriously and said, "I understand."

Just as Ha Wen said, he had to record the backup tape for the Spring Festival Gala tomorrow. He still had to go home to eat, sleep, and make love today... In fact, the time left for him to practice was pitifully little. Therefore, every time he rehearsed, he had to be fully focused and go all out.

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

If it were another song, with his current control over pitch and singing experience, it would be almost impossible to sing out the layers and emotions in a short time. But "Chengdu" was an exception.

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

It carried countless memories of his.

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

As for the fireworks of the world, did what he saw along the way just now count?

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

He nodded to the tuner outside the soundproof glass, and the accompaniment in the headset sounded immediately.

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

"What makes me shed tears is not just the wine of last night,

What makes me reluctant to part is not just your tenderness.

How much further do we have to walk on the remaining road while you hold my hand,

What makes me feel difficult is the struggling freedom."

In this part, he didn't deliberately decorate his voice, nor did he force the rendering of emotions, singing lightly, just as if he were sitting on the streets of Chengdu.

After singing, he changed his breath, followed the feeling in his heart, and slightly increased his emotions.

It was as if he were singing a wind in late autumn, a continuous rain.

A hand he couldn't hold that year.

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

The weeping willow with tender green in late autumn kisses my forehead.

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

Singing to here, a person appeared before his eyes.

Not that bohemian woman, but another person, another face. If it were 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 this chapter)