Chapter 345

"It's your turn." Diao Xingyuan was playing the interlude while holding the guitar and reminded He Lele impatiently.

Ah? He Lele was startled, moved two steps closer to the microphone, and opened her mouth slightly, but her throat felt like it was being strangled and she couldn't make a sound. He Lele anxiously tugged at the high collar of her sweater, but the more anxious she was, the tighter her throat became—

Diao Xingyuan grabbed the microphone and sang the female part himself in a falsetto.

As the song was coming to an end, the couple looked at He Lele ambiguously and left arm in arm.

Diao Xingyuan put the one hundred yuan from the guitar case into his backpack, put some loose change in the guitar case, and walked back to the microphone. Turning his head and seeing He Lele still standing there, he couldn't help but get angry and roared, "Still not leaving? Waiting for me to treat you to lunch?"

Not far away, in the temporary parking space under the overpass, inside the black Mercedes, Shentu Mo tightened his brows, his black eyes narrowed slightly.

Author's Note:

Although we have entered the finale~~ everyone must maintain patience and listen to me tell the story slowly~~

Regarding the reason why Xiao Ya treats Lele so viciously~~ some girls have already guessed the fuse~~

But hatred, like love, is usually not caused by one thing~ but has a process~~ And regardless of love or hate~~ its ultimate root is not in the other party, but in oneself~~~

Falling in love with someone~ is often not because the other party is so good, but because the other party happens to hit one's own cute point~~ one's own dead spot~ one's own softest place that one cannot defend against and cannot resist~~

Right?

☆, (10 Fresh Coins) Chapter 286: Rolling Red Dust

One hour, forty-five minutes, thirty minutes, ten minutes, five minutes, six minutes, seven minutes...

Diao Xingyuan couldn't help but glance at the girl beside him while singing, almost forgetting the lyrics several times.

Is this girl sick? She had been standing stupidly beside him all morning, disappearing for a while every so often, then quickly standing back, and as the flow of people increased, the frequency of her disappearance became higher and higher. Now she could barely stand for a few minutes before drilling into the crowd and running off to who knows where.

What are you doing? Hey—

Seeing He Lele fall forward straight, Diao Xingyuan hurriedly reached out to help, but He Lele woke up in an instant and steadied herself by holding his right arm.

Standing straight again and letting go of her hands, He Lele looked at the sloppy Diao Xingyuan gratefully and said in a somewhat hoarse voice, "Thank you."

"..." Diao Xingyuan then noticed He Lele's pale face and the fine beads of sweat on her forehead. Looking down at the two sweat stains she had grabbed on his T-shirt, Diao Xingyuan sat back on the portable stool with disgust. "If you're sick, go get treated! The hospital is just past the overpass, don't wait to die here!"

He Lele smiled somewhat reluctantly. "I'm sorry."

Although she apologized, she still stood in place. The onlookers couldn't help but whisper when they saw the two, and some even deliberately leaned in to look at the two under the guise of throwing money.

Seeing someone throwing money, Diao Xingyuan stopped caring about He Lele, drank some water, and started singing again.

Listening to the singing in her ears, He Lele used all her control to focus her attention on the singing.

She can do it, a little longer, a little longer... at least hold on for ten minutes!

Her underwear was already soaked, her chest and abdomen were incredibly hot, but her back was wet and cold, and the skin on her face felt like someone was playing with a sharp blade, lightly scratching it...

"Rolling Red Dust." After Diao Xingyuan finished a song, He Lele suddenly pleaded.

Diao Xingyuan glanced at her angrily. "I don't know it!"

"Please..." Her little face wrinkled slightly.

Looking at the little face that seemed to be enduring some pain, the corners of Diao Xingyuan's mouth moved. "... I told you I don't know it!"

He Lele swallowed, moistening her throat slightly—

"The you who was initially unintentional, and the me who was young and inexperienced..."

The soft singing voice carried a tremor that made people feel pity, making Diao Xingyuan pause. A few seconds later, he used his foot to pull the microphone stand toward He Lele's direction and played the prelude.

He Lele turned her head to look at him in surprise. Diao Xingyuan glared at her fiercely and lifted his chin toward the microphone.

"... Thank you!" A pure smile bloomed. He Lele leaned close to the microphone and glanced at the onlookers, her whole body becoming even more tense—

No! Relax, relax! He Lele! He Huan! Do you want to live in Cui Yaran's shadow for the rest of your life! Be a coward for the rest of your life, only knowing how to run, only knowing how to hide, only knowing how to deceive yourself, and making yourself look down on yourself for the rest of your life?

"The you who was initially unintentional, and the me who was young and inexperienced, the love in the red dust is only because of the silent entanglement of life..."

Still a trembling voice, but it carried an inexplicable firmness. Her young and beautiful little face was obviously pale and stiff due to tension.

The surroundings became strangely quiet. That trembling, shy singing voice seemed to carry a special magic, making people want to listen, want to give her encouragement, and look forward to her more fluent and moving performance...

"Perhaps it's the mistake of the human world, or the cause and effect passed down from a previous life, I don't hesitate to exchange all of my life for a moment of exchange between the living and the dead..." Diao Xingyuan took the male part, the faint tenderness contained in the vicissitudes like a tree that was gradually aging but still standing proudly, gently extending its branches to block the wind, frost, and rain for the little flower beneath it.

"Easy to come, hard to go, a tour of the human world for decades, easy to separate, hard to gather, the eternal sorrow of love and hate..." Turning to look at Diao Xingyuan, He Lele opened her mouth leisurely.

Diao Xingyuan also turned his head slightly to look at her. "The heart that should have belonged to you, it still protects my chest, only for the hands that turn clouds and rain behind the changing faces of the world."

"Easy to come, hard to go..."