The first lyrics flowed out like a gentle moonlight, and He Wan'er heard it clearly.

If the he

o

eve

comes to you，If you

eed someo

e whe

you feel blue…

He Wan'er was slightly stunned - this was her favorite song in her junior year of high school, every melody, every lyric, she remembered it clearly.

So naturally, I also recalled the title of the song - C

y O

My Shoulde

。

Really, even big data can read minds, and even pushed this song to her.

He Wan'er smiled bitterly - I didn't know the meaning of the song when I first heard it, but I was already a person in the song when I heard it again.

The chorus part sounded just in time, and the gentle male voice sang "But if you wa."

a c

y，c

y o

my shoulde

……”

But if you're exhausted, lie on my shoulder and sob.

At the beginning, did the person who wrote this sentence feel the same way as she felt at this moment?

shoulde

, shoulder, represents leaning—what a good word, but the word seems to be far, far away from her.

He Wan'er raised his eyes to look at the sky, only to see the heavy clouds on the canopy, and not a trace of moonlight.

Her existence doesn't mean much to others, and her occasional vulnerability only exists when she feels sorry for herself.

She longed for her to be as strong as her appearance sooner, but she asked herself, if someone was sheltering from the wind and rain, who would want to run?

She also had an expiration date, and she had longed for someone to shelter her from the wind and rain, at least to give her a place to breathe and a shoulder to cry on when she was tired.

Growing up overnight is often not a good thing, and who wouldn't want to be an innocent child if there is no pressure in life?

She's just, she doesn't have a choice.

No one wants to hug her and coax her, it's useless to cry, if you don't get strong, how can you live?

He Guan'er felt that he was just a little sighing, but he didn't know why, listening to the familiar and gentle melody, he burst into tears for a moment.

He Wan'er hurriedly turned off the music, but he didn't expect that the tears fell at the beginning, like a rusty faucet, and he couldn't tighten it anymore.

She was so embarrassed that she searched through her pockets and couldn't find anything to wipe away her tears.

It's a sad day.

She wiped a handful of tears, only hoping that Chinese New Year's Eve would pass quickly, and that her luck would be better in the new year.

————

Binnan Avenue on the side of the Quling River, the usually congested road is unusually smooth, and there are few vehicles on the road.

It was nearly late at night, and a black sedan was driving along Binnan Avenue towards a brightly lit apartment.

Meng Qianyang held the steering wheel and asked, "Boss, how do you arrange it tomorrow?" Do you want to take a day off?"

Mo Chunshan rubbed his eyebrows and said, "What to rest, tomorrow is not the weekend, the market is open like the United States." ”

Meng Qianyang shook his head and disagreed: "I'm so busy every day, it's better to take a break, even if I hang myself, I should take a breath." ”

Mo Chunshan sighed slightly: "You just can't spit ivory out of the dog's mouth, so today is also Chinese New Year's Eve, you told me to hang yourself?"

Meng Qianyang stuck out his tongue and asked again: "Tomorrow night, Brother Chunshan, how do you explain the past?"

"How do you explain what?do I need to explain my business to someone?" a hint of irritation welled up in his eyes, but he finally suppressed it.

There are too many things to worry about, and it has been more than a month, and Secretary Xie is not too adaptable to the job, it seems that he is indeed only suitable for being a deputy, and he lacks the courage to kill and make decisions.

So before finding a suitable candidate, Mo Chunshan had to pay more attention to some things, and suddenly felt that the workload was much more than before.

Meng Qianyang saw his slightly tired expression from the rearview mirror, and almost blurted out the words of persuasion, but stopped at the last moment.

When Caijia was there, I saw that she handled big and small affairs in an orderly manner, and she didn't do many things herself, as if she didn't have to do anything, and when she was away, she realized how important her work was.

No wonder Brother Chunshan was so willing to spend money and put so much effort into inviting people, but he didn't expect such a small thing to open people.

Meng Qianyang thought of the person who caused Caijia to lose his job, and sighed secretly.

At the beginning, he and Caijia thought that the appearance of He Guaner was an opportunity to make Mo Chunshan's life a little fireworks, and He Guaner was a rare beauty, and he and Caijia were quite happy to promote the boss and her pair.

However, what happened later far exceeded his expectations, and even involved the past that Mo Chunshan didn't want to mention.

Sometimes, Meng Qianyang really admires Mo Chunshan, who can be extremely calm, once he makes a decision, he can easily swing his sword and cut the love silk without the slightest love stack.

However, the development of things did not seem to be within Mo Chunshan's expectations.

Meng Qianyang thought about it while driving. There are some things, it's time to tell Mo Chunshan, but today he is too tired to listen to some bad things.

Let's let Brother Chunshan sleep well - Meng Qianyang thinks about it like this, if there is anything, it will be left until tomorrow.

He had just made up his mind, but suddenly saw a familiar figure on the left walking path in front of him.

The car drove at a constant speed, not too fast, not too slow, a few seconds passed, Meng Qianyang could see more clearly, and couldn't help but shout: "Brother Chunshan, look!

Mo Chunshan was closing his eyes and recuperating, he opened his eyes when he heard the sound, looked out of the car window, and just happened to find a tall figure coming from the left.

The car and the figure staggered for a moment, and in less than a second, he clearly saw a longing face.

Long hair flying, black coat, thin white shirt underneath.

Also, there are tears on his face.

He was in a trance, but he couldn't see her face, and turned his head down the window, only to see her take a few steps forward, and suddenly crouched down, her head buried between her knees.

"U-turn!"

Before he could figure it out, Mo Chunshan heard his words.

"Isolation zone, how do you turn around?" Meng Qianyang was speechless, and the place where he could turn his head was a kilometer ahead.

Between the words, the car had already driven out for dozens of meters, and it was getting farther and farther away from He Wan'er in the opposite direction.

Seeing the gradually blurred figure from the car window, Mo Chunshan felt unusually clear.

The face full of tears just now resurfaced in front of her eyes again - why did she cry? On Chinese New Year's Eve, why did she appear here alone? And there are so few people on this street late at night, will it be unsafe?

His mind was in a mess, all kinds of thoughts rushed in, anxiety and worry, and for a moment overwhelmed his reason.

Mo Chunshan heard his anxious voice again: "Stop!"

The sharp sound of brakes resounded in the night sky, and the black sedan stopped on the side of the road, and a black figure got out of the car and drove against the wind.