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Fang Jue slowly played the guitar, with a faint smile on his face, looking at Luo Xin lightly.

……

Miss Dong

It's beautiful when the corners of your mouth are down

It's like the clear water under the Ann River Bridge

Miss Dong

I'm also a complex animal

The sentence on the lips has been repeated in the heart

……

When he heard this, Luo Xin's heart fluttered.

Uncle, what does he mean by this, and why do you sing such a song?

Is it to express something to yourself?

For some reason, Luo Xin's heart suddenly became excited, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

……

Miss Dong

Night time in the Drum Tower is rushed

Strangers, please give me a Lanzhou

So none of those may be real Miss Dong

You're not a female classmate without a story

……

Luo Xin had completely sunk into Fang Jue's deep voice, and there were even more monstrous waves in his heart.

Uncle he must have wanted to say something to me, but for the sake of face, he was embarrassed to say it.

It must be like this! It must be like this!

This must be a song that my uncle wrote for me!

Luo Xin's face turned red all at once, beautiful and moving, full of happiness.

……

Fall in love with a wild horse

But there is no grassland in my hometown

This makes me despair, Miss Dong

Miss Dong

You put out the smoke and talked about the past

You said that the first half of your life will be like this, and there will be tomorrow

Miss Dong

You know I've said enough, goodbye

On the morning of May, I finally lost my sleep

So none of those may be real Miss Dong

You're not a female classmate without a story

……

The streets that were originally bustling with people suddenly quieted down, and those hurried passers-by stopped one after another, listening to Fang Jue singing, and some people's eyes were already red.

This "Miss Dong" is a slow song, and there are no ups and downs, it is a very ordinary slow song, but when you hear this song, everyone will always think of the unattainable first love when you were young.

Their thoughts suddenly went back to the past, to the school days, to the boy and girl sitting next to them, that elusive, but quite pure relationship.

As they grow older, the delusions of the past, the innocence of the past are gradually obliterated by this impetuous metropolis, when they let go of everything and let their thoughts go back to the past. Everyone's heart is touched.

The wandering singer listened to Fang Jue's Miss Dong, and the whole person was completely stunned, this song seemed to have magical power, and it suddenly activated those memories that were originally forgotten.

He remembered the girl, the girl who loved to hear him sing, the girl who adored her immensely, the girl who secretly stuffed love letters into his school bag.

The wandering singer's eyes were red.

Yes, that girl, isn't that Miss Dong in his memory? The female classmate who didn't have a story before.

She was ordinary, so ordinary that she didn't even notice his presence.

But now the wandering singer has completely figured out that Miss Dong, she doesn't have a story, but because her story is all about him.

Now that he has been wandering in this impetuous metropolis for so long, he has achieved nothing, and he has done so many wrong things for that unattainable dream that he has no idea what he has done wrong.

The wandering singer quietly looked at Fang Jue, who was singing, and his eyes were already red.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number that he didn't know if he could still dial.

"Hey." The phone rang, and the wandering singer's voice trembled a little.

"Hey, hello, who are you?"

"Is it Liu Jingyu? I'm Park Kwang-jong. ”

"Oh, old classmate, how did you remember to call me, how long have we not been in touch." On the other end of the phone, the girl's voice was flat, flat like a piece of paper.

"yes, it's been a long time." The wandering singer said.

"How are you doing?" The girl said.

"Okay, what about you?" The wandering singer said.

"So-so." The girl said.

"Are you still alone?" The wandering singer said.

"No, I got married three years ago, don't talk about it, my child is crying again, and I'll contact you again when I have time." The girl said.

"It's good, it's good, it's good."

After hanging up the phone, the wandering singer suddenly cried, like a helpless child, he didn't care about the strange eyes around him, at this moment, he just wanted to vent, for the Miss Dong in his memory.

Maybe it was infected by the wandering singer, and many people around him also had red eyes.

There are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people, and there are a thousand Miss Dong in the memory of a thousand people.

It's just that under the fetters of the world, that Miss Dong has been buried in the deepest corner of her heart, and once she is dug up, it will be unforgettable.

And at the barbecue stall over there, everyone also stopped what they were doing, looked at Fang Jue dementedly one by one, listened to Fang Jue's "Miss Dong", and then let the Miss Dong or Mr. Dong in their memories slowly ferment.

Until Fang Jue finished singing the song and walked to Luo Xin's side, everyone hadn't reacted.

At this time, the wandering singer walked to Fang Jue's table and sat down with his guitar on his back and his other equipment. He didn't speak, just red eyes.

"Do you want to drink?" Fang Jue opened a bottle of wine for the wandering singer.

The wandering singer didn't speak, but raised his head and drank the bottle of beer directly. When I lowered my head, my face was already full of tears.

"Actually, your voice conditions are quite good, but I haven't found a song that suits you." Fang Jue said lightly.

The wandering singer was stunned.

"Do you want to play music together?" Fang Jue said with a smile.

The wandering singer was stunned again.

Before the wandering singer could speak, the owner of the barbecue stall walked over.

"Dude, the song you just sang is so good, so touching, you can eat and drink at my place today."

Although everyone else is red-eyed, the barbecue stall owner has a happy smile on his face.

"Boss, you don't have that table too much friendship, we come to cheer you every day." The people around him coaxed.

"Okay, okay, it's all free today."

"Okay, bold enough."

The people around laughed.

Ouch.

At this time, the proprietress of the barbecue stall grabbed the boss's ear.

"Xiong Lang, what did you say?!"

The owner of the barbecue stall named Xiong Lang begged for mercy again and again: "Hey, my Miss Dong, I'm happy today, hearing this song reminds me of the time when we were studying, this memory, not a loss." ”

"Okay, okay, it's a big loss for my mother to follow you."

"Haha......"

That's the power of a song!