Angel's car is beautiful and probably unique in the city.

"To be honest, with your level, it's no problem to go to X University, but it's a bit ...... to go to Star Travel University" Angel turned the car into autopilot mode and said nonchalantly.

I wasn't going to tell him what I was going to do, I just listened in silence.

On the winding road, only Angel's car was driving.

On one side is a beautiful mountain, and on the other side is the sea without a wave.

Aside from being too lifeless, life here is really wonderful.

"Hey, everything is good in this city, it's just that those people are too stubborn." He opened the skylight, and a refreshing breeze poured in, "They will never experience the joy of being a human being." ”

"Not necessarily." I think of the dancer, "Their lives don't seem to have any troubles...... I envy them. ”

"Do you have a lot of troubles?"

I could feel him looking at me all the time, a little confused, "No. I don't have any worries. I'm just a little tired from time to time. ”

"You're working too hard. There's no need to push yourself so much......"

His hand suddenly touched my earlobe, and I instinctively shrank back, "Hey, you're ......"

"I ......," he seemed to realize what he had done, "really...... Why do I keep making ......?"

“……”

"Haha, I can't get so close to you." His voice was hoarse, "Really, I see you, I hear you, I smell you...... Something really will happen. ”

“…… Then I'll get out of the car. ”

"Hey, I didn't mean that......"

“……”

"Really, why do I keep saying the wrong thing......"

"Then don't speak." So that my ears can be cleared for a while.

"Well, you're not mad at me, are you?" Angel asked cautiously.

"Nope." They are all adults, so there is no need to worry about this at all.

Angel sniffed and turned on the car music, "It's too wrong to say more, silence is golden." Come and relax with a song. ”

Distinctive drum beats, vaguely pronounced alien ......

The song ...... I remembered the music I heard with Aldo at the café the night before.

"'From the banyan'?" I asked casually.

"Have you ever heard of 'Congrong'?" He was a little excited and a little surprised, "How could you ......?"

"Aldo loves the singer." I briefly mentioned the image of "Congrong" as a musical legend in Aldo's mouth.

"Well......" Angel paused thoughtfully, "what do you think?" ”

"Uh......" I don't know anything about music appreciation, so I can only perfunctory, "It's good." ”

"You don't like it." He firmly deconstructed my words, "Because you can't understand the lyrics?" Or is it because you don't like the feeling of African drums? ”

"It's not...... There is no dislike. I didn't like it very much. Of course, not being able to understand the lyrics is also a big part of the reason. ”

"What about this one?" Angel tunes in to the next track.

This is a Chinese song with a simple melody and plain lyrics.

"The singer is the same person?" I was curious, "It sounds a little bit like it, but it feels very different." ”

"People in this city don't listen to my Chinese songs, but they only remember my Chinese stage name." Angel said flatly, "Actually, more people like to call me A.K. than 'Congrong'. ”

I reacted for a moment before I realized the cause and effect......

Imagery comes to mind: concerts, half-bloods, skeletons, banyan ......

Angel is "Congrong", that is, A.K., the singer-songwriter who even I have heard of, and which is so popular.

"A lot of people think I'm singing my own story. Actually...... "Angel belched," in fact, every song I sang ......"