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Shen Zhifei used to like to sing very much. At the age of sixteen or seventeen, picking up the microphone was like a singer on the stage. All the glory gathered on her body. The tiny particles vibrating in the air were her audience, and her life was moving. Cheers to her.

It's just because of her introverted temperament, she doesn't often sing in front of others, and the only people who have heard her singing are her family members.

The melody faded, and Shen Zhifei finally opened her eyes under the light. The warm yellow light fell into her eyes, like the moon falling into a pool of spring water, and the stream at the foot of the glacier melted with tenderness and sweetness. To perish.

Zhang Yao let go of the hand holding the cup, put the tip of her right finger on the palm of her left hand, and patted it lightly, without making a sound, but she felt admiration from the bottom of her heart.

Times have changed, but Shen Zhifei still amazes her as always.

Shen Zhifei, whose eyes had been locked on her all the time, naturally noticed her small movements, and his brows and eyes were crooked with joy in an instant. She didn't walk up the steps, but jumped down directly from the edge of the stage, and walked in front of Zhang Yao in three steps at a time. He looked at her brightly.

Like a child begging for praise from his parents.

The anticipation in her eyes was too obvious, Zhang Yao resisted the urge to reach out and rub her head, she just nodded and said, "It sounds good."

The smile that flickered past his mouth was caught by Shen Zhifei.

The interaction between the two of them made An Shu feel a little unreasonable boredom, but her upbringing allowed her to digest her emotions in a short time.

She hoped that the two "perpetrators" would feel ignored, so she reached out and tapped the table with her knuckles, "You two, I'm still panting."

Zhang Yao turned her chair back, lowered her head facing the bar, and quietly sipped her wine.

Shen Zhifei's ears were slightly hot, so he turned back, took a sip from the glass on the bar, raised his eyes to look at An Shu's smelly face, and said for a long while, "It's okay if you don't want to breathe."

"Do you see that what you're talking about is human?" An Shu "cut" and drank the wine in his glass angrily.

An Shu didn't like to watch the two of them make trouble here, so she picked up the handbag on the table: "Show me the store, I'm going to the back, call me if you need something."

"Okay, let's go." No one disturbed the world of the two of them, Shen Zhifei naturally agreed a hundred times, restraining the joy on his face and waving his hands.

Zhang Yao and An Shu nodded politely as a greeting.

An Shu flicked her long hair and stepped into the room.

The wooden door was closed, Zhang Yao looked at it for a while, and asked, "Did you make money by singing here before?"

It's time to come.

Shen Zhifei lowered his eyes, with a slight smile, "Well, I go to work during the day and come here at night."

As if affirming that her income is considerable, she added: "If you sing well, someone here will give you a tip, which is quite a lot."

At first, Shen Zhifei never thought about using this to make money. When she came to this bar for the first time and heard the singer singing, she just longed for the stage. Refused.

She doesn't want her hobbies to be tainted with money, she hopes that her liking is just pure liking, clean and free from dust.

It's just that all of this is nothing compared to living.

Shen Zhifei pulled his thoughts out of the memory, but saw Zhang Yao staring at him without saying a word, there was a deep glint in her eyes, as if she was suppressing a lot of emotions.

Zhang Yao lowered her eyes, her plain face looked pale.

At that time, when Shen Zhifei was struggling in dire straits, what was she doing?

She couldn't remember something.

She should be participating in club activities with her roommates, visiting the commercial street near the school together, and making suggestions for them to get out of the singles...

Her life at that time was fully arranged by herself, and there was no trace of Shen Zhifei in the wonderful and fulfilling university life.

That was also Zhang Yao's goal at the time - she didn't want to think about Shen Zhifei again.

When she was taking public classes that she didn't want to listen to in the comfortable and bright classroom, her Shen Zhifei made a living by singing in the stuffy, dark doll.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yao couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"Don't think too much, it's over."

Suddenly a cool touch came over the left cheek, Zhang Yao raised her eyes, and met Shen Zhifei's gentle gaze, her heart softened for a moment.

She was obviously the one who endured those sufferings, but she still wanted to comfort herself in turn.

Shen Zhifei is actually not good at comforting people, so she could only rub Zhang Yao's hair and said softly, "Do you like my singing?"

Zhang Yao nodded.

Shen Zhifei smiled and said, "Then I will sing to you more in the future."

Zhang Yao nodded again.

Knowing that she was depressed, probably because she didn't want to speak, Shen Zhifei didn't force her, just sat quietly and gave the simplest company.

Moving her fingertips up and down, feeling the coldness remaining on the wall of the cup, Zhang Yao finally stopped playing with the empty cup in her hand, and she suddenly asked: "The day I picked up the bracelet, was it you too?"

Shen Zhifei paused, and gave a soft "hmm".

"What do those two letters... mean?" Zhang Yao avoided Shen Zhifei's gaze, her face was expressionless and indifferent, but Shen Zhifei saw something in the glimpse before she turned her head. The meaning of anticipation.

Zhang Yao remembered the bracelet that day, the letters "H" and "C". She didn't know who the owner of the bracelet was at the beginning, so of course she wouldn't think of anything, but now that she knew it belonged to Shen Zhifei, then She thought, she should know what those two letters mean.

But she just wanted to hear Shen Zhifei's own explanation, as if to prove that she was not self-indulgent.

"Me, and you." Shen Zhifei pursed her thin lips until they turned white.

She shouldn't need to explain further, as smart as Zhang Yao, she won't fail to understand.

Most of the students at that time would go to English cram school, and probably because of the strong oral atmosphere, each student would also have his own English name.

Of course, Zhang Yao and Shen Zhifei, whose family background is not bad, are also in the army of supplementary lessons.

Zhang Yao's English name is Heaven, and Shen Zhifei's English name is Carrie.

The two did not attend the same cram school when they were in high school. After all, Zhang Yao, as a senior, had different learning progress.

Zhang Yao didn't expect that Shen Zhifei remembered the English name that she just casually chatted about, and even made it into a bracelet to carry with her.

Zhang Yao felt a little hot in her eye sockets, she blinked hard twice, and asked, "Why don't you do Chinese?"

After Shen Zhifei heard this, her expression showed a bit of unnaturalness. She clasped her hands together and struggled, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid you don't like it, and there are other explanations."

"Oh?" Zhang Yao didn't say whether she liked it or not, but raised her eyebrows slightly, "What other explanation?"

Shen Zhifei muttered for a while, then stumbled and answered, "That...my...my brother's English name is Henry."

Oh.

The smile on Zhang Yao's lips faded, "It's indeed a good explanation."

"No, that's an excuse, it's an excuse." Shen Zhifei's long eyelashes flickered, and his dark eyes overflowed with a pitiful look: "It's me and you, Carrie and Heaven, Shen Zhifei and Zhang Yao."

Shen Zhifei approached suddenly, causing Zhang Yao's breath to be filled with the faint scent of her body. She had to turn away, her chest rose and fell slightly, and then she suppressed the urge to pull her neckline and kiss her fiercely.

It's just that the corner of the mouth still raised a shallow arc.

The light at the bar was warm and ambiguous, giving the timid Shen Zhifei a bit of courage. She stretched out her hand very slowly, touched Zhang Yao's hand on her lap, held it gently, and raised her eyes to see her look.

There was no resistance, and even a very shallow smile.

But Shen Zhifei didn't dare to take another step forward, just raised his hand on the counter, and scratched Zhang Yao's earlobe like a dragonfly.

But Zhang Yao froze suddenly, as if she had been electrocuted, she bit her lip, and looked at Shen Zhifei slightly annoyed.

A sense of loss that she couldn't even explain clearly came to her heart.

Shen Zhifei is always like this, her emotions are only the tip of the iceberg leaked out, fleeting, she can take back those emotions in a very short period of time, and always show a gentle appearance in front of others.

Even I can't be the person who allows her to express all her emotions wantonly.

The two of them didn't stay in Anshu's bar for long, and Shen Zhifei said goodbye to Anshu when she came out after tidying up.

Uncharacteristically, Anshu did not keep Shen Zhifei behind, but sent them out obediently.

Shen Zhifei stood at the entrance of the street, staring up at the bar's house number for a few seconds, his brows frowned slightly.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yao noticed something was wrong with her and asked her in a low voice.

Shen Zhifei withdrew his gaze, smiled, and shook his head, "It's nothing, I just think sister An Shu is acting weird today, a little abnormal, but I can't say it."

Zhang Yao didn't speak.

Shen Zhifei is a fool who always fails to see how other people like her.

If An Shu keeps silent, she doesn't know when she will be able to see what An Shu thinks of her.

It may be the intuition of being a rival in love. As early as Zhang Yao entered the door, she felt An Shu's vague hostility towards her, and this hostility became more obvious after shaking hands, and even after Shen Zhifei sang on stage.

An Shu was clearly blaming her for why she wasn't there when Shen Zhifei was most difficult and desperate, but now An Shu, who was with Shen Zhifei through that time, could only occupy the position of a sister.

She was not convinced, nor reconciled.

Zhang Yao has a clear mind, understands what she means, and sympathizes with her affectionately, but does not intend to hand over Shen Zhifei.

Shen Zhifei left herself to fight against life. Apart from her distress, she also had to fix her problems.

Disregarding her wishes, swallowing all those sufferings without letting her see them at all, this should not be the best way for lovers to get along.

They are going to spend the rest of their lives together, and they must be honest with each other.

If there is always only one party giving, then the giving party will get tired one day, and they won't go far.