I was caught fishing at work, and I dragged the female CEO into the water with my backhand.

Everyone held their breath and looked at Qin Xun.

Is that girl really gone?

What is the blue rain? Is he so sad that he is hallucinating?

Everyone looked at Qin Xun intently.

He clenched his fists, looked stern, and said loudly.

"That day, I vowed that I would open a milk tea shop that everyone can afford in this lifetime!"

"This is not just a cup of milk tea, but a boy's debt to a girl."

The crowd of onlookers became quieter and quieter.

There was a faint sniffling sound.

Many girls had red eyes, nestled in their boyfriend's arms, and looked at Qin Xun quietly.

Qin Xun took a small step forward, with a stern look on his face, a little unable to control himself, and his voice was a little excited.

"So, does Dudu Tea sell milk tea?"

“Not just milk tea!”

"I want it to take care of the dignity of those teenagers who are in their youth and least money."

The eyes of the onlookers were slightly red.

He understood that the young man was his past self.

Enke's eyes turned red.

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun's back with mixed emotions. She wondered whether what Qin Xun said this time was true or false?

When everyone is moved.

That discordant voice sounded again.

"You...you made it up, right?"

When those marketing planners listened to Qin Xun's story, they felt that the people around them were infected and that Qin Xun had regained control of the situation, and they felt a little unhappy.

The routine of making up stories for marketing has been around for thousands of years!

Almost every snack popular in the world has a story that sounds glorious.

Either it is the favorite of any historical celebrity, or it is a masterpiece during the march and war.

If laypeople don’t understand, how can they still understand?

Suddenly, a marketing planner thought that his boss compared him to one of Qin Xun's dick hairs, and felt very unhappy and shouted again.

"You just made it up!"

"Otherwise, tell me what the girl's name is, where she is from, and how old she is?"

"What color is your hair and what color clothes do you like to wear?"

"Answer, answer!"

"You can't tell!"

"fraud!"

……

There was another commotion in the crowd, and many people were already shaken, but there were still some people who stubbornly believed it was true.

People are more willing to believe in good things.

Qin Xun glanced at the somewhat proud planner, with a bitter smile on his face.

He slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

The melon-eating crowd looked at Qin Xun, thinking that he was sad because he remembered his old friend.

The marketing planners looked at Qin Xun, thinking that he had been exposed. They were a little helpless and did not dare to open their eyes and look at others.

An Ke looked at Qin Xun quietly, his eyes very gentle.

Song Ying looked at Qin Xun with only distress in her eyes.

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun's back silently, wanting to walk out of the counter, holding his hand and leading him away.

He seems really tired!

suddenly.

Qin Xun slowly raised his head, slowly opened his eyes, put the microphone to his mouth, and sang softly.

"The day I turned 19"

"I came to Huang Huai"

"To meet you here"

"I paid for my four years"

……

The voice was low and slow, as if telling a story.

A corresponding picture immediately emerged in people's minds, a scene of a boy and girl meeting.

Their hearts seemed to be brushed by willow branches.

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun's back silently, her heart sinking.

……

"The day I turned 20"

"Guitar by my side"

'opened my clumsy hands'

"My love for you floods my heart."

"You are my dream about gains and losses."

"I am your dispensable person"

"After all, this arrow crosses mountains and rivers"

"Those who prick are those who use their emotions to make them sick."

……

More and more people were watching, and they slowly gathered around the door of Dudu Tea, but they were quiet and quiet, for fear of disturbing Qin Xun.

This poor man misses his old friend through singing.

Song Ying stood in the crowd, looking at Qin Xun, tears constantly pouring out of her eyes.

……

"When I first met you"

"Minnan girls are always so gentle"

"When I shyly hold your hand"

"I thought you would accompany me to the end"

"And after you left me"

"I began to drift in the world"

“Choose to live your dreams, big and small”

"Thank you for not making me worry anymore"

……

Listening to this song, the surroundings became quieter and quieter, and even the sound of breathing became much quieter.

Even the hawkers on the surrounding commercial streets stopped shouting and walked out of the shop one after another, standing at the door of the shop and looking at Qin Xun.

An Ke looked at Qin Xun quietly, with tears in his eyes.

Is she also a Minnan girl?

coincidence!

……

"A song written to Huang Huai late at night"

"You are my love beyond words"

"While I'm wandering helplessly"

"You told me that ideals must be loved"

"You want me to persist in my persistence"

"You let me know who to live for."

"Eternity is not just that moment."

"Thank you for letting me see my future."

……

The song reaches the chorus.

Qin Xun closed his eyes, with a faint smile on his face, and sang affectionately.

The audience felt as if a big hand had grasped their hearts, and there was a dull pain. It was as if there was a stone pressing on their chests, which was severely blocked.

Many school girls had tears streaming down their faces. They stretched out their hands to wipe away their tears, but they couldn't wipe them away.

Some people threw themselves into their boyfriend's arms and sobbed softly.

They looked at Qin Xun and suddenly felt that he was so pitiful.

At the store counter.

Xia Ning lowered her head, not daring to look at Qin Xun, and quietly made a cup of milk tea without making any noise.

She smiled bitterly and murmured.

"So her name is Huang Huai?"

finished singing.

Put down the mic.

The people who surrounded the milk tea shop all looked at Qin Xun and kept quiet.

No one spoke, no one applauded.

Because they know that this is not singing, but longing, regret, and a young man's dream that can no longer be fulfilled.

They stared at Qin Xun quietly, and saw a faint smile slowly appear on his face.

This smile.

It hurt their hearts again.

Many people shed tears.

Many people turned their heads away, not daring to look any further.

Qin Xun stood at the door with a smile on his face. Suddenly he heard the sound of slight footsteps and turned his head to look.

It's Xia Ning.

A sweet smile appeared on her usually cold face.

Qin Xun couldn't help but be stunned, thinking that he was dazzled.

It's sweet.

That sweet smile of a dopamine girl.

Xia Ning smiled and silently handed over a cup of milk tea.

Qin Xun took it, glanced at it, and murmured.

"Milk cap Four Seasons Spring?"

He inserted the straw into the milk tea, took a sip, raised his head, looked at the hundreds of people watching, and said with a smile.

"Every year when the peach blossoms bloom, I think of someone."

"She used to...like me."

The microphone was in Qin Xun's hand, not close to his mouth, but because the surroundings were too quiet.

It was still transmitted clearly.