After only a minute, Jian Chenxi screamed like crazy on the other side, then a sound of falling things, and then the phone hung up.

Lu Niange curled his lips with great relief and started to laugh.

After that, I really did it with those two women.

Then he gave the two women a lot of money and drove them away.

The girl named Xiaorou was still sitting there. Lu Niange looked at her for a while, then stood up and approached her. Xiaorou subconsciously covered her clothes. Lu Niange smiled and said, "Sister, don't be afraid. Even if I want to move you, I can't move you anymore. Brother, I have the heart but I don't have enough strength."

Xiaorou's face suddenly turned red. Lu Niange felt that her blushing looked very much like Ling Momo, so he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and hugged her into his arms with great pity. Unexpectedly, the next second, the girl took the initiative to touch his waist. Lu Niange's heart skipped a beat. He thought, it turned out that this girl was not a pure little girl.

Then he stretched out his hand, pushed her away, took her clothes straight and left.

…

Ling Momo didn't know what time she fell asleep that night. In short, when she woke up the next day, she found herself sleeping on the sofa.

No wonder I didn’t sleep well overnight, and my back was sore.

She stood up, climbed onto the bed, and then thought of the scene she saw on TV last night, so she couldn't help but pick up her phone and went to read the news, and found that there were headlines everywhere about Myths and Jian Chenxi's collaboration.

Ling Momo hid in the quilt tiredly, and couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. After a while, she fell asleep in a drowsy way.

After waking up, it was already afternoon. Ling Momo got up and wanted to go downstairs and walk around.

She deliberately wore a hat and wrapped her scarf, covering her entire face.

In winter, the wind was strong and the depression was everywhere, so she walked aimlessly along the main road and happened to see a young boy sitting by the roadside singing without fear of the cold.

He sang exactly the song "Forgiveness".

Ling Momo stood there and listened.

As he listened, he couldn't help but walk forward and said, "Can I sing one?"

The boy looked at Ling Momo who was wrapped in a very tight manner in front of him in surprise. Ling Momo knew that he could not recognize him, so he took a hundred pieces from his wallet, handed them to the boy, and said, "Let me sing one."

The boy gave Ling Momo the guitar. Ling Momo imitated the boy and sat on the old ground. Then he tried the sound, then lowered his eyes and sang the song intently.

Ling Momo also sang "Forgiveness".

As she sang, her eyes suddenly turned red, and tears flowed freely in her scarf.

She seemed to be singing happily, so she sang over and over again, attracting many passers-by and throwing a lot of money out of the way.

In Huaijiang in December, there was occasionally wind, very cold, like a knife, cut on her skin. Even though Ling Momo wrapped her whole body tightly, later on, she still felt that her hands playing the guitar were gradually frozen and lost consciousness.

The boy next to him originally gave Ling Momo the guitar to play because of that hundred yuan. The girl's voice was crisp and pleasant, and she sang sadly the classic song "Forgiveness" that is circulating on the streets and alleys. After listening carefully for a while, he found that something was wrong with the guitar. He lowered his head and saw the girl's frozen fingers. He thought about it and grabbed the guitar from Ling Momo's hand. Ling Momo was stunned, and he blinked, and then continued to play along with Ling Momo's singing.

Ling Momo inserted his hand into the pocket of his down jacket, lowered his eyes, and sang the sentence over and over again: Loving you is like a kind of faith, so pious that he has been covered in bruises.

As night gradually approached, the sky became colder, Ling Momo's voice became hoarse, and the empty box in front of the boy was already filled with money.

The boy took the money into his hand, and there were fifty yuan, twenty yuan, ten yuan, five yuan, one yuan, and a thick handful. The boy counted it for a long time, then took out most of the money and handed it to Ling Momo: "There are 670 yuan in total, I'll give you four hundred!"

Ling Momo looked at it, shook her head, and did not go to pick it up.

The boy thought Ling Momo had despised the little money he gave her, so he immediately opened his eyes wide, looked at Ling Momo and said, "Well, I also know that it's a bit too much for me to take away so much money, but I really need money."

Ling Momo looked at the boy who was about the same age as hers, smiled and said, "I don't want a penny, you can put it away."

The boy probably didn't expect Ling Momo to want money. He was very surprised and asked uncertainly: "You really don't want it?"

Ling Momo nodded, then looked at the boy's swollen hands, and asked softly: "Are you a student?"

"Well, from Huaijiang Conservatory of Music." The boy answered Ling Momo's words and took the opportunity to prepare all the money.

"It's from Huaijiang Conservatory..." Ling Momo's eyes were a little dazed, and after a while, he asked: "How do you sing this song for forgiveness? Recently, the singer of this song has not received much praise."

The young boy had a cheerful personality, grinned, smiled, and said, "Is Ling Momo? What does that have to do with me? Moreover, I think that someone who can sing such a good song must be very kind in nature."

Ling Momo didn't say anything anymore. She didn't expect that when everyone stood online and accused her, a boy who made a living could speak without wearing tinted glasses.
Chapter completed!