this summer

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Song Han once felt that Xiang Jinru loved drums, music, and the stage more than Song Qin.

She has met many young couples outside in those years, and there are also many lovers of the same age as Song Qinxiang Jinru, and no couple get along like that.But the more she watched, the more she didn't understand what the so-called love should be like.

Some people make vows to each other, but when they part ways, they don't procrastinate at all.Some people are noisy, but they have lived together for a lifetime.Some people have gone through life and death, and in the end they still have nothing to do with each other.Some people don't say a word of love, but they can do such things as die for love.

"What is the shape of your love?"

"Still dying for love," she sneered, "it's going to blow your mind."

"You are caused by the spirit of rock and roll, right?"

"You left without saying a word, do you think I care about what you left behind?"

"Your daughter is only seventeen."

"Do you have a conscience, love is really that important?"

"Song Qin, don't think that I haven't figured it out yet. You adopted me to prevent her from dying in love."

"It's useless at all."

"Both of you are heartless."

"Why are you so kind to me..."

After questioning each and every one, he ended up crying. Song Han wiped his face, propped his head and let out a breath to adjust his mood.

"Xiang Jinru, you always say that I have talent, but I just don't want to do what you want. If I don't form a band or release an album, what can you do with me?"

A gust of wind blows over, with the rustling sound of pine needles rubbing against each other, like an intimate whisper.

The hair brushed the tip of the nose, and it was a little itchy. Song Han raised his hand and put it behind his ear, and smiled helplessly, "But who am I fighting with?"

When she stood up, her eyes softened a lot, she patted her pants, and said, "I still need a guitar and a lead singer, and I don't know how long I will have to look for it. Bless me, you two."

She drove away from the cemetery and passed another black vehicle.

"Mister, it's Miss Song Han." The driver reported to the people in the back seat in a formulaic tone.

The man is about 60 years old, of medium build, and in a well-cut suit.He originally had a serious face, but he softened a little when he heard this sentence, but he didn't say anything, just closed his eyes and leaned back on the back of the chair.

The driver glanced at Lily on the co-pilot, but said nothing.

It was one o'clock in the noon when Jing Fan turned to Chi Huang, and Tan Chen was the only one in the bar.

Tan Chen was going to go out too, but Song Han went out, Bei Xiaochi went to find her master for a small class, Lin Xiangxi also asked for leave and ran away, so he had to stay here and wait for someone to come back, when he saw Jing Fan , as if seeing a savior.

"It's just in time." He took the key and walked towards the door behind Jing Fan, "Help me watch, I'll be back in a while."

Jing Fan watched him approaching suspiciously, thought for a while but didn't refuse, just asked: "Is there anything going on?"

"Maybe there is a band coming to practice songs, and they are familiar with it, so you don't need to worry about it."

Jing Fan could only nod obediently, "OK."

Jing Fan originally wanted to come to Chihuang to find someone to chat with, but there was no one there, so his interest suddenly faded.

The hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard, she sighed, found a place to sit down, took out her mobile phone, propped her chin with one hand, and swiped at the screen with the other.

While scrolling through the online question collection, a message flashed on the top of the screen, clicked on it, and it was an email, from: J·G

Jing Fan's eyes lit up, and he clicked on it.

There was nothing special in the email, but it talked about daily life and asked how she was doing recently.

The greeting from an old friend made Jing Fan feel a lot better. After answering the emails on the sofa, she stretched and got up.

The stage is not far away, and there are a few musical instruments next to it, and I don't know if they are used for decoration.

Jing Fan slowly wandered over, picked up a guitar and plucked it twice.

"It's not a show." The guitar looks a little old, but the sound is quite accurate.

She couldn't help curling her lips, and sat on the side of the stage with the guitar in her arms. After trying the sound test, she played a complete melody.

During the day, the light in the bar is so dim that people can't easily see everything, but this has no effect on Song Han, this is the brightness she is familiar with.

Jing Fan's legs were hanging by the side of the stage, his school uniform jacket was open, revealing a plain white T-shirt, the sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and his elbows looked fairer under the modification of dark blue cuffs. Xian's hand was flying up and down, and every movement of the slender fingers was so perfect that no one could fault it.

Song Han could imagine how much time and effort this girl had put in to achieve such skill and proficiency.

She was standing in front of the bar, some distance away from the stage, holding the car keys in her hand, and her joints were a little white due to the force.

She was very excited, very excited, and almost wanted to order a cart of calla lilies to Xiang Jinru's grave right now.

Jing Fan didn't notice that someone was coming. She hasn't played this kind of piece for a long time. Although she has slowly started to resume practice recently, she can't get back to her state quickly. This speed is not as fast as before, but it has already I feel a little strenuous.

At the end of the song, she took a deep breath, moved her hands, and wiped the sweat off her face after a long time.

Tired, but happy.

"Jingshen is really versatile."