Miss Qianjin Chasing Diary

Chapter 108 chapter 118 to you
It can be seen from a distance that at the intersection there is a tall man playing the guitar and singing into the microphone in front of him.The song was in Chinese, so I just laughed a bit, laughing at myself for having too much imagination, that person...

If he wants to sing, he can only sing Korean songs, how could he appear here...

Sure enough, I'm still thinking about him.

I didn't come close.

Because I thought it was impossible, because I felt... Missing that person so much, and even treating anyone on the side of the road as his own... Very pitiful.

So I stopped and listened for a while, the person in my peripheral vision sang a little love song, the sound of the guitar seemed to blend into the evening scenery and become one.

Here comes the bus.I didn't look back, got into the car, walked to the last row by the window, and glanced out inadvertently...

This glance made my heart tremble.

so similar.

So much like that guy.

The figure is tall and thin, but not slender, but healthy and lean.He was wearing a black hat, covering most of his face, revealing an oriental face, with good skin, his lips...

It is like that person, the color of begonia petals.Slightly sipping, playing the guitar quietly, and slowly tilting it when singing.His voice is not loud, but it is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

On this foreign island, at this crossroads where people come and go, perhaps not many people can understand it.However, there are many people who
A mysterious-looking man stopped in his tracks...

My heart seemed to stop beating suddenly.

Then the bus drove away, and was slowly surrounded by the crowd who hadn't arrived. Accompanied by his soft humming, it gradually moved away.

I came home feeling weird deep inside.

Reason told me that that person would not be him.But my heart tells me that maybe...

maybe... maybe...

But impossible.That person has become famous internationally, and even has many fans in European and American countries. It is impossible for him to act like a little artist who sings.
Like, playing guitar and singing on the street... And, this is still Hawaii...

He should have a lot of schedules, it is impossible to come here.

I convinced myself, but I couldn't tell whether the calm heart slowly sinking in my heart...was relieved or...at a loss.

Out of this mentality, I gritted my teeth and stopped when I heard this voice for the second time.After giving myself a lot of psychological construction, I stepped on firm but light steps, slowly, step by step, towards the person surrounded by the crowd...

It was still the same black hat, and the gray sweater was a little loose, revealing the man's beautiful collarbone.It's hard to imagine that a boy's collarbone can also

so pretty……

My head was thinking about these messy things, and I approached that person step by step...

I didn't notice that the red light had stopped, and people around me who had stopped, waited or listened to the song came to the opposite side one after another.I didn't notice, I got closer and closer, and I didn't even notice that the man suddenly raised his head slightly, but I was so absorbed in looking at his collarbone that I didn't see his face at all...

The singing suddenly changed, and another language I was familiar with sounded, a song I had never heard before...

"You, you, you... the one who makes me laugh... You, you, you... will only cherish you... You, you, you... finally found it...

You, you, you..."

"You, you, you... to you..."

(End of this chapter)