Ruoxi stood in the distance and listened quietly, unconsciously falling into a trance.
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I am very grateful for the heavy traffic in this city
Let you and I spend a few more minutes together
I'm afraid of getting separated in the crowd, so I gently hold your hand
Don't relax for a moment, don't relax
I can't help but have the urge to love you
I'm not sure you belong to me, it'll be a little lonely
The happiness you give me moves freely in my heart
Heal my every wound
I can't help the urge to kiss you
Not sure my persistence can move you
I can only believe in my own feelings and not be afraid of loss
I want to know everything about you better than anyone else
My heart is the alarm clock set by you
Remind me that I don’t have enough time to miss you
Why are mundane things suddenly vivid now?
It's you who changes me, you change me
I can't help but have the urge to love you
I'm not sure you belong to me, it'll be a little lonely
The happiness you give me moves freely in my heart
Heal my every wound
I can't help the urge to kiss you
Not sure my persistence can move you
I can only believe in my own feelings and not be afraid of loss
I want to know everything about you better than anyone else
are you a lover or a friend
I don’t have the courage to think too much yet
Your world is so vast
Which corner will I be in?
I can't help but have the urge to love you
I'm not sure you belong to me, it'll be a little lonely
The happiness you give me moves in my heart
Heal my every wound
I can't help the urge to kiss you
Not sure my persistence can move you
I can only believe in my own feelings and not be afraid of loss
I want to know everything about you better than anyone else
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After a song ended, he was already surrounded by passers-by. They all stopped for his music.
Of course, Ruoxi is also one of them.
The moment the applause started, Ruoxi also stood in the distance and cheered for him.
Yan Liaofan is a man with a story.
Looking at his clear outline in the sun, I thought like this.
When the second song played, someone took out money and threw it on him, one or two. Then he walked into the subway and started their busy journeys.
Only Ruoxi listened quietly. Then she gave him all the cash in her wallet.
When he was about to leave, he suddenly grabbed Ruoxi and asked without a clue, "Are you a rich man?!"
Ruoxi was startled, smiled in vain, shook her head and said, "No, compared to you, I am a pauper with nothing."
So poor that all that is left is the cold banknotes and the numbers on the credit cards.
She has no dreams, no goals, and no so-called happiness. Ruoxi doesn't even know how she will spend today and tomorrow. She wanders around in this cold city day after day. She is so poor that this is all she has left.
With a broken body, living like a zombie.
Yan Liaofan looked at Ruoxi for a long time, as if he was exploring the authenticity of my words.
He picked up the money on the ground and stuffed it randomly into his backpack. Then he took Ruoxi's hand and ran without saying anything.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Shh, don't make any noise." He still pulled Ruoxi and strode forward without looking back. "I'll take you somewhere. Follow me."
Under the sun, his golden hair was particularly dazzling, like an underdeveloped hedgehog.
Ruoxi pointed at him amusedly, "Hey Yan Liaofan. Your hair is really ugly."
He didn't speak, but scratched his hair intentionally or unintentionally, then took Ruoxi's hand and walked faster.
She followed him for who knows how long. When she stopped, Ruoxi was almost out of breath.
Looking around, there are abandoned brick buildings all around. A strong stench emanates from the dirty alleys, and occasionally unnamed insects come out of the cracks in the walls, stretch out their tentacles, and then go back.
Ruoxi looked at him blankly.
Somewhat puzzled: "Why did you bring me here?"
Yan Liaofan raised his eyebrows as if it were a matter of course, "I'll show you what a real poor person is!"
Ruoxi followed him deeper into the dirty and narrow streets. The damp walls rubbed against her body, and there was an icy chill on her skin.
After taking several detours, Ruoxi finally saw the poor people Yan Liaofan had turned into.
In a small house, there were more than a dozen skinny figures huddled. There were men and women. Each of them looked haggard and thin, and their bodies seemed to have been drained, leaving only a layer of skin covering their bones.
In the humid and moldy air, he was leaning against the wall, his rotten cuffs slightly rolled up, revealing his arms covered with purple needle holes.
There were freshly used syringes scattered on the ground.
"Why did you bring me here? Do you want me to watch how they take drugs?" Ruoxi is no longer an ignorant girl. Seeing this, she was not too surprised. She was just a little surprised that he could actually do it.
Take yourself to a place like this.
Yan Liaofan shook his head, pointed at the drug addicts sitting in the corner who could barely walk, and said to Ruoxi, "No, I'm just showing you what a real pauper is. These people have lost not only money and souls, but also
You have a moral bottom line and a corrupted will. And at least you still have these."
Ruoxi was startled, and her heart suddenly trembled.
Ruoxi looked straight at him, with a slightly stunned face reflected in her clear eyes.
At some point, Ruoxi actually felt that he understood her and even saw through her. Through Ruoxi's broken body, she saw her rotten soul.
She didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that one more person peeked into her heart.
Ruoxi only knew that Yan Liaofan was kind. At least he didn't trample on those bloody scars.
When they broke up, he put Ruoxi on the bus and gave Ruoxi a dollar.
He said "Can I still see you?"
Ruoxi didn't speak. She just smiled and looked at him who was getting blurry outside the car window...
Holding the shining coin tightly in your hand, you threw the remaining one hundred yuan in cash into the coin box.
She thought they would meet again...
Just then, the phone rang.
It's Mu Shiqin.
"Hello."
"Jin'er, where are you?"
"On the bus."
Mu Shiqin's voice sounded a little angry, "Why didn't you go to psychological counseling?"
"I don't want to go."
"No, you haven't fully recovered yet."
Ruoxi smiled, a sad smile, "Am I seriously ill..."
Mu Shiqin was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone, sighing, "Jin'er, be obedient..."
After hanging up the phone, Ruoxi lowered her head and looked at the shining one-yuan coin in her hand.