It was late at night.

There are fewer and fewer people on the streets of downtown Guyang. White-collar workers working overtime at nearby companies are also on their way home.

In the underpass in the middle of the street, the young man who had been singing for a day took the guitar off his shoulder and carefully placed it in a guitar bag full of change.

The microphone I bought was also folded up and tucked in. Then he pulled on the trolley speaker and prepared to go up the stairs to leave.

The sound of hoarse wheels rolling echoed through the underground passages where only a few people remained.

As he reached the top of the stairs, he suddenly stopped.

Release your hand and place the speaker in place.

- In the same place where he had just left, there was a little girl squatting.

Even if you don't look at her, you can feel her clear gaze.

He turned.

Sure enough, the little girl was still squatting on the ground, holding her face and blinking her eyes.

Speaking of which, he has an impression of this girl.

He didn't feel much when he first saw her. Most of the people who come here to listen to him sing come out to play and listen to it for a while when they pass by. So when I saw her that afternoon, I wasn't much of an impression.

But when she came too many times, it was hard not to remember.

For a whole month, she would come every day at five or six o'clock in the sunset.

To be honest, even he felt a little strange.

He's been waiting for this girl to talk to him. A long time ago, a friend told him that if you like someone, you have stars in your eyes when you look at him.

Sometimes he raised his head occasionally, and the little girl's eyes crossed his gaze. He could easily catch the sparkling stars inside.

But for a whole month, she didn't say a word to him.

She crouched about two paces in front of him at a time, holding her face to look at him.

Then wait until the sun sets on the horizon and leave.

For the first time, she stayed until he left.

The young man thought for a moment and walked over.

"You ......"

As soon as she said a word, the girl's eyes lit up.

The light that came out of it struck his mind.

He paused before continuing, "Why are you leaving so late today?" ”

White light bulbs are used in the underground passages. The pale light would light up with the street lamps every night, illuminating the long staircases and tunnels.

And now it shines on the girl's face, but it doesn't take advantage of the lack of life. On the contrary, there is more of a touch of aura.

The girl seemed stunned.

Her eyes were big, the light was shining on her pupils, and she was bright and bright, with a small nose and a small mouth.

It took a long time for her to stand up.

She looked up into the other's eyes: "I ......"

It seems that the wording has not yet been decided.

"I ......"

"I'll ......"

I slurred and spun, and I didn't say it several times.

The young man became a little impatient. In fact, if he hadn't had some impression of her in his heart, he wouldn't even have turned it back.

It's just that he suppressed the unhappiness and didn't show it.

So the girl still saw a gentle face.

Gave her courage.

She emboldened herself and said, "What's your name?" ”

After speaking, it seemed that he saw the boy frowning, so he immediately explained: "No, I...... I'm leaving tomorrow, and I'm here to say goodbye to you today. I want to ......"

When she spoke, perhaps out of timidity, she didn't look into the boy's eyes: "I want to send you tonight." ”