Wu Chongnian is a person who likes guitars, and there are few people who don't know him.

Including warm white jade, of course.

When Wen Baiyu learned that Wu Chongnian was dead, there was finally another emotion in his originally lifeless eyes, which was an emotion called sadness.

The fingers holding the strap of the guitar case were tightened, and the joints were a little white, and a person stood on the side of the road, staring closely at the picture playing on the big screen in the square.

In the picture, a young man sits on the grass and plays the guitar, quiet and beautiful, and melodious music flows slowly.

Is this man just dead?

Wen Baiyu was a little unacceptable, the person who said he was going to teach him to play the guitar died like this?

The promise has not been fulfilled, liar.

All are liars......

The more he thought about it, the more uncontrollable the emotions on Wen Baiyu's body became, and the dead qi wrapped around his body became unbalanced and began to become distorted, as if the air around him had become gloomy and cold.

The pedestrians passing by next to Wen Baiyu felt a strong cold breath, shivered uncomfortably, looked at Wen Baiyu, who was tightly wrapped, and immediately avoided it.

Suddenly, a hand fell on Wen Baiyu's shoulder, and Nangong Thirteen's voice sounded: "Young man, the world is so beautiful, why are you so irritable?" ”

Hearing the familiar sound of underbeating, Wen Baiyu's eyes froze, and he patted Nangong Thirteen's hand on his shoulder and turned around, saying in a voice without the slightest undulation: "It's you." ”

Nangong Thirteen smiled and waved his hand, which was regarded as a greeting: "That's right, it's me." ”

Wen Baiyu opened his eyes, turned around and left, Nangong Thirteen hurriedly caught up: "Eh! Boy, what are you doing in such a hurry? I've just arrived! ”

Answering Nangong Thirteen, only Wen Baiyu's pace was getting faster and faster.

"Boy, don't you want to learn guitar?!" Nangong Thirteen stood in front of Wen Baiyu, "I found you a good teacher, you will definitely like it!" ”

Wen Baiyu's eyes were like a puddle of stagnant water, and he met the eyes of Shangnangong Thirteen, and there were only two words when he spoke: "Get out of the way." ”

Facing Wen Baiyu's eyes, Nangong Thirteen's eyes were stunned, did this young man encounter anything more?

Why is the desire to survive weaker than before? It's almost gone.

Even his favorite guitar can't bring him to life?

Wen Baiyu bypassed Nangong Thirteen, who was standing still, and set off a gust of cold wind when he staggered, which was cold and cold into people's hearts.

"Wait." Nangong Thirteen stretched out his hand and grabbed Wen Baiyu's thin arm, Wen Baiyu's recent events all appeared in Nangong Thirteen's mind, and the impact of that strong despair made Nangong Thirteen's heart rise with sympathy.

Before Wen Baiyu could break away from him, Nangong Thirteen spoke first.

"Want to see him?"

........

"Chongnian."

Hearing these two words, Wen Baiyu finally reacted, and looked back at Nangong Thirteen with surprise: "Why are you ......?"

Nangong Thirteen interrupted Wen Baiyu's words: "Don't ask me how I know, I'll just ask you, do you want to see it?" ”

The boy nodded stunned.

I wanted to see it, of course he wanted to see it, and he always wanted to.

But is it still there?

Thinking of the news he had just seen on the big screen, the light in Wen Baiyu's eyes disappeared again.

The people are gone, how can he see him?

"I'll take you."

Nangong Thirteen dragged Wen Baiyu away, and this time Wen Baiyu did not resist.

Wen Baiyu thought: This man is so confident, what if a miracle really happens?

Perhaps, he will really see him again.

The older brother who was in the orphanage and played the guitar for him every day.