Loving Strangers

Xiaoju was annoyed by some parents who were short and unclear, so her mother was drinking tea and chatting with acquaintances.

The coffee shop was very deserted, and the conversation between her mother and her friends was not too loud, and every sentence drifted into her ears, and she was so bored that she bit her nails.

She was thinking, how to get out?

The phone rang a message, it was WeChat, and the girl who had the best relationship with her in the same dormitory asked her.

[Do you want to go to the music festival?I can't go because I have something ahead of time, so don't waste it. 】

--it is good.

After Xiaoju got away, she took the tickets with her friends. In order not to let her tickets go to waste, Xiaoju decided to go and see it as a pastime.

Although she thinks it might be better to paint.

The venue of the music festival happened to be near the school, admission was at 19:30, and the time was almost up.

19:30 admission on time.

The lights were dimmed, and there were crowds of people all around.

They walked in groups of threes and threes, and there were probably Xiaoju who were alone, but she didn't bother to look for "similars".

She is used to being withdrawn, and even the friends in the dormitory are only based on the situation of eating and making friends.

"what--"

"what--"

The ears were full of lively cheers and screams.

With the sound of DJ music at the beginning, everyone around jumped up and down happily, raising their hands and waving.Xiaoju is like a strange person, quietly keeping a distance from her surroundings.

A music festival, full of movement and stillness.

For a while it was a passionate orchestra, and for a while it was singing and dancing.

Halfway through the process, Xiaoju was already thinking about leaving, and she stopped after taking a few steps.

In the quiet guitar prelude, there is always a little bit of sweet tune oozing out.

It was a female voice and this piece of music that made her stop walking away from the crowd.

A light, hoarse female voice sang softly.

This voice should be a calm and extremely sexy smokey voice, but because of the ambiguous lighting on the stage, the warm tone makes the surrounding environment quiet and romantic.

romantic.

It was as if pink bubbles were popping up around, and everyone was intoxicated by it.

Xiaoju turned her gaze to the stage. Under the faint blue light, a girl was sitting on the stage, also alone.Holding a piano, with eyes closed, he sang the lyrics accurately into the microphone.

May she stay drunk for a long time, this is probably the case, she thought.

On the return bus.

The people on the last bus are the fewest.

Because of that voice, Xiaoju never left the venue of the music festival, but the girl never appeared again.

Her pockets are full of things, mobile phones and earphones are essential, the most important things besides money and keys.

While the bus was moving, Xiaoju sat in the last seat, by the window.The song I heard tonight is playing in the earphones.

—Loving Strangers.

Following the passing street lights, the reflection of trees, and the lights of different directions, the bus flashed past her side face in turn.

The approaching midnight, on the way home.

Xiaoju listened to the female voice in the earphones singing leisurely.

Singing "Loving a Stranger."

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By the way, this is a short story of a few thousand words.