At the beginning of the lanterns, when it was time to get off work, Xia Zizhu took over the work, changed into civilian clothes, and stretched his waist.

Tired!

However, I can do something for the National Day parade, tired and happy.

Xia Zizhu raised his head and gave a military salute in the direction of a certain door-

"My dearest motherland, you are the sea that will never dry up, always give it to me, the blue waves and clear waves, the song in my heart, my dearest motherland, you are the sea that will never dry up, always give me, the blue waves and clear waves, the song in my heart......"

The song is still being sung, who can kill an afternoon with a song? Over and over again, tirelessly.

Xia Zizhu followed the sound and escaped into the long subway passage.

Gradually, gradually, as he got closer, his vision became clearer and clearer, and he appeared in his vision!

He is none other than Ji Mingwei!

Xia Zizhu approached and looked at him seriously. However, Ji Mingwei is still immersed in his own music world, and there is no eye contact with Xia Zizhu.

Xia Zizhu's mood has an indescribable emotion, she seems to want to question Ji Mingwei, why do you regard her as a hotel service?

Xia Zizhu also had an idea of wanting to explain to Ji Mingwei, but Ji Mingwei didn't care.

That's right, too! If Ji Mingwei thinks that if he pays the money, it has nothing to do with it, begging for a living outside, pretending not to know, then it is understandable......

Xia Zizhu was relieved, and stood like this, listening to him singing, and looking at his people.

On his handsome face, the facial features are three-dimensional and the lines are distinct.

Under the heroic sword eyebrows, a pair of eyes as bright as stars are as deep as a cold pool, always flashing with the light of perseverance and wisdom.

On his resolute face, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a hint of worry between his eyebrows. His lips opened and he sang in unison, but his expression was cold.

Xia Zizhu looked at his people and listened to his songs, and he was actually a little moved and touched.

Xia Zizhu didn't hate him, the adults met in Pingshui, partnered together, and after one night, he also paid.

Although Xia Zizhu didn't take away the six hundred yuan bill in the room, she didn't hate him, but was more sympathetic-

Xia Zizhu didn't want to hate a person, and Xia Zizhu didn't want to sympathize with a person.

But Xia Zizhu looked at the talented man in front of him, no matter if he had a grudge before, no matter what kind of friendship he had before, Xia Zizhu felt that he shouldn't hate him.

Because of "hate", I don't know where to start.

However, they could not sympathize with him.

If you sympathize with a person, then you ignore his talent.

Xia Zizhu had a special feeling in his heart, as if he had known Ji Mingwei for a long time, but in fact, he had just met once, just once.

Xia Zizhu couldn't accurately say what she felt in her heart, she was just silent and worshipful, and she regretted it......

Talented, but a wanderer.

Hey—

Xia Zizhu subconsciously touched his pocket, fortunately, there was cash, the only one, but it was only ten yuan.

Xia Zizhu put the ten-yuan bill in front of the singer deeply, showed a complicated expression, and turned around-

"Miss—"

Calling "Miss" again?

Xia Zizhu was very unhappy in his heart, why do you always call it like this?

Xia Zizhu felt that she was at a loss, because she always admired this singer.

I've been listening to the sound of this song all afternoon, and I worship it very much in my heart.

But this singer didn't take Xia Zizhu in his eyes.

That's right, where does Ji Mingwei know the name?

slept for a whole night, in the impression, in the memory, Xia Zizhu and Ji Mingwei did not say a few words, and did not have the opportunity to tell Ji Mingwei their names.

Xia Zizhu smiled with relief and replied: "No thanks, it's not easy for you, it's been a whole afternoon in this big city, and no one else has rewarded, it's getting dark, go order a takeout." ”

"No, I-"

"Let's go back!"

His voice was loud and full of energy. As he spoke, his expression was quite free. There was a sense of bravery in his words, and there was a stubborn look in his eyes that dared to love and hate.

Xia Zizhu Zizhu felt that she had done a good deed and saved a wanderer who was about to starve to death, she smiled with satisfaction, jumped around, and waved away.

It's just that what Xia Zizhu doesn't understand is that since Ji Mingwei is so poor, why does he still spend 600 yuan to live in a hotel, and call the hotel service?