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Gu Changfeng took Shen Mingjue and left the South City Music Hall.

He should have told his mother, but Shen Mingjue didn't. He always felt that his mother would not agree, and he really wanted to go out and see the world. He had never left this music hall since he was a child, and he had no idea what the people outside were like.

The material of the clothes he was wearing was very good. Shen Mingjue only wore clothes of this material when performing. He got them by imitating others' "Yiyayaya". But even so, he did not feel any joy when wearing new clothes, but only felt embarrassed when being pointed at. Before he met Gu Changfeng, he never knew that he could get a new piece of clothes without singing a song.

"How about I sing a song for you?" Shen Mingjue felt embarrassed to take other people's things for free.

Gu Changfeng looked at him, remembering how he cried when everyone laughed at him, "Do you like it?"

Shen Mingjue had been trained and did not doubt what he said at all: "I like it."

"Really? Think about it again?" Gu Changfeng handed him a piece of snack he brought from the capital.

Shen Mingjue frowned. To be honest, he didn’t know whether he liked it or not. “I don’t know. I don’t like it when I’m laughed at, but I don’t feel disgusted when I’m practicing singing.”

He took the dessert in his hand, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

"Is this... salty?"

Gu Changfeng smiled, "Then don't sing. We are friends. In front of me, I hope you only do what you like."

Shen Mingjue nodded and took another bite. He was rarely allowed to eat snacks in the music hall because they were afraid that the sweet food would ruin his voice. Although he had enough food and clothing, there were many restrictions and he had never eaten such snacks before.

"I like this."

"This is tongue biscuit. If you like it, I have more." Gu Changfeng stopped the coachman and asked him to buy some more.

"Thank you." Shen Mingjue remembered that a sister in the music hall once told him that one should be grateful when receiving favors from others.

Gu Changfeng looked at him and suddenly laughed out loud: “Hahahahaha…”

Shen Mingjue glared at him fiercely: "Hey! Mr. Gu, what are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you, why are you thanking me so seriously? Can you be more natural?" After saying that, his hands were still not honest and he pinched Shen Mingjue's nose.

Shen Mingjue got angry again and slapped his hand away, thinking that this man was not worthy of being treated well by him, "Why are you like this?"

"What about me? Don't I just want to be closer to you? Good friends won't be so polite."

But, but how can we become good friends right from the start?

"I hope that when you are with me, you can be different from what you did in the music studio, where you force yourself to do something you don't like, and you can't even leave the stage. I don't want you to be like that."

"Okay then." Shen Mingjue stretched out his hand and stuffed a piece of dessert into Gu Changfeng's mouth, then turned his head away and started eating it himself.

Gu Changfeng looked at his back and curled the corners of his mouth.

The groom returned soon with some snacks and toys.

Gu Changfeng asked him to speed up and reach the night market before it got completely dark.

Shen Mingjue couldn't eat anymore, and was drowsy from the shaking of the carriage. It was the first time he met this person, but for some reason he had a familiar feeling, as if every thought and every action of his came from the other person, making him unable to help but get close to him, and unable to control his kindness to him like the other person.

It's like, it's an instinct.

When he opened his eyes, he had already slept all the way on Gu Changfeng's shoulder.

Shen Mingjue sat up in panic, thinking that he must have pissed someone off.

Gu Changfeng tilted his neck and looked at him again without saying a word.

Shen Mingjue saw him raising his hand and thought he was going to be beaten, so he immediately closed his eyes.

A white lion-shaped hat was worn on his head.

"Okay, stop staring, we're here."

The light outside the carriage shone in and shone on Gu Changfeng's profile. Many years later, Shen Mingjue always remembered this young man who was so kind to him. This beam of light also supported him to walk for a long and far time.