His appearance this time was the same as back then, there was no follow-up, like a meteor gently gliding across her sky, leaving only that pitiful trace, and it no longer shone.

Her phone was on twenty-four hours a day, and only she knew what it was for, and what she was waiting for. Every time the phone rang, her heart would flutter, but every time, the ringtone had nothing to do with the person who was both familiar and strange.

Maybe they will miss it again, everything is doomed, they just become a debtor and a creditor, she owes him hundreds of thousands of yuan worth of expensive watches, and what does he owe her? She can't say it, it's something more important than money, they can no longer tell who owes more to whom, and they can never tell.

Early summer knows that dreams will always wake up one day, and life will go on••••••

The day she returned to the hotel, she knew she had become a celebrity, whereas she had been a personal name in the early summer, and she thought that this month's vacation would make people forget about her unexpected "appearance" at that wedding , but everything confirms that sentence: good things don't go out and evil things go a thousand miles, the news about her has been reprinted in N versions, and the most spoofed version is that she and the bride of that day have become the most old-fashioned relationship between the new love and the old love, in this way, she fainted for no reason, her eyeballs can be explained clearly, she cursed that group of villains in her heart, people's hearts are really terrible, everyone seems to want others to have an accident, and they look like they are afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

Jasmine's words were even more bizarre, she patted her on the shoulder and said: "Congratulations, you have successfully broken up a young couple, according to not completely reliable information, the bride and groom have divorced that day, and in early summer, you have successfully played the role of a third party." ”

The ghost knows why they divorced, why everything should be counted on my head? Chu Xia frowned, she couldn't afford to ask about other people's sadness, because her sadness was unknown to others, in this world, everyone guards their own story, whether it is a tragedy or a comedy, whether you want it or not, the plot has been going on, because the remote control of life is not controlled in your own hands at all.

In the Chinese restaurant, the guests taste the food at each table in twos and threes, if it is on weekdays, early summer will stare greedily at what they eat, and which ones she loves to eat, the biggest pain of this job is that others eat and you watch, others listen, you play. And today, she has been playing those tunes that make her even more sad, whether she understands it or not, just for her own heart.

With the tune of Lin Hai's pipa, she couldn't help but hum softly, one after another didn't seem to be played on the piano, but more like falling in her heart, the melody slowly flowed into the heart that had been hurt in early summer, she suddenly choked her throat, sour, a cold slid across her beautiful face, but she didn't know, the notes continued, but her heart hurt even more.

"In the early summer, you are sick! You can cry when you play the piano? Do you think that you are the head of a certain Qinglou, and you think of your benefactor when you play the piano?"

Early Summer didn't want to deal with Jasmine's nonsense, she knew that even if she did, she wouldn't understand, no one would understand, except herself. She didn't care about other people's eyes, tears flowed freely, she didn't wipe them, she wanted them to do it herself, and the deep wound needed to heal slowly.

"Come early in summer. The lobby manager greeted her.

With the tears that had dried up, Chu Xia followed the beautiful female manager, she thought she would say, you will affect the mood of the guests to eat, but she said: "Xiao Xia, there is a guest in the box who wants you to play the piano, do you want to go?"

She frowned, this kind of thing is also common, is it used to ask for her opinion? In the past, they would often knock on the door from room to room with the piano and ask, "Sir, do you want to listen to the music?" The scene is no different from the ancient singing, except that there are usually no guests teasing you for no reason.

Seeing her disapproving look, the manager glanced at her strangely and said, "The problem is that as long as you go alone, the tip is not low! Well, it seems that you became famous that time." ”

Chu Xia smiled bitterly, could it be that the world of ordinary people will also have those ugly phenomena in the entertainment industry? She said lightly: "It's okay manager, and there will be no danger, I'll go." ”

Who has a grudge against money, and she urgently needs a lot of money to pay off that sad debt.