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Song Rou lowered her head to look at him, took a step forward with her long legs, and took another step forward to block Tong Yu's sight.

He smelled the familiar, mixed smell of Tong Yu again.

Taking a deep breath, Song Rou silently discerned in her heart: the smell of mineral paint and turpentine that Tong Yu had been in the studio all year round.

And the scent of bergamot.

That's because Tong Yu has had trouble falling asleep for a long time, and there is a lot of bergamot essential oil piled up in his room. He likes this smell, and it will help him relax his nerves.

And maybe a little bit of dark chocolate bitterness.

That person will eat a lot of dark chocolate.Just because the doctor told him that dark chocolate can quickly increase the concentration of serotonin in the brain in a short period of time.Although Tong Yu sometimes feels that it has little effect, it is better than nothing.

"This time it's a charity tour with a theme about the spiritual world, to help children with mental illness."

Song Rou tried her best to keep her tone steady. He had never been so worried that he would die suddenly due to rapid heartbeat like now.

After finally getting through it, until that person comes back, he absolutely, absolutely cannot die.

Pulling away from the memories caused by the smell, he seemed to have to admit——

Why on earth would he rather spend so much cost and energy to promote this tour that has almost no benefit for him.

Having become famous and honored at a young age, Song Rou really didn't need to pay such a high price to build a reputation for herself.

Because this is not a hasty open-air charity music party with no fixed venues, but a dozen or so well-planned charity personal tour concerts, which have their own original concept and professional team like every ordinary commercial tour.

The record company, artist team, and even his parents were puzzled by his decision, and even he himself sometimes wondered: Where did the impulse to feel compassion come from.

Is it really because of the fans?The fan who was on the hot search because of depression and passed away.

That poor fan and the suicide note sent to him did touch him, but maybe not enough to get him there.

Then he thought of Tong Yu.

Tong Yu finally raised his eyes to look at Song Rou again, his pale lips seemed to be lifted, but his eyes were still calm, which made Song Rou not sure if he saw him smile.

Because in Song Rou's memory, Tong Yu rarely smiled.He has a sad-looking face, which makes many of his slight smiles disappear.

"No one can save anyone," Tong Yu smiled softly again, "Song Rou."

This time Song Rou caught the mockery in his eyes.

Even though Tong Yu's words to him after the two reunited after a long absence were nothing but rejection and ridicule, it was enough to make him cry out of gratitude to hear that person call him Song Rou softly after many years.

"Why not?"

Song Rou still looked directly at Tong Yu tenderly.

He thought he really liked it so much, how could he like it so much.That person blinked his eyes and pursed his lips, Song Rou couldn't help trembling.

"You know that charity tours can give patients spiritual strength and bring positive effects to society, but this tour brings more than just those things that are difficult to quantify."

"Patients who can't afford the drugs they just need, patients who urgently need professional psychological counseling, mental hospitals with insufficient facilities, all the income raised by the tour will be used to help them... These are the foreseeable results."

Song Rou wanted to explain the plan in as much detail as possible, but he was afraid that Tong Yu would be impatient, so he could only talk about the important ones.

He wanted to tell Tong Yu that he could really help those children, and this original intention came from him.He also wanted to tell Tong Yu that when he got the suicide note that was said to be from a fan, he couldn't help but think of that fat man back then.

It was a child who had just turned 18 years old. Song Rou had debuted for nine years, and this child had insisted on writing letters to him for four years.

The child at the beginning of the letter said thank you, Rourou, thank you for your music that can accompany me through so many years of insomnia and difficult nights.

Song Rou remembered that little fat man always liked to listen to white noise and recordings when he couldn't fall asleep, so... can that little fat man fall asleep today?

At the end of the letter, the child said sorry again, Rou Rou, this is the fourth year of my illness, I am so unlucky......I have finished listening to the new song, I will always like Xia in your song Day and dusk and ocean, goodbye, Rourou.

Song Rou thought of the man standing beside the Tuojiang River with tears all over his face. After so many years, is he still crying?Or, is there anyone else to give him a hand?

After finishing the words in one breath, the two stood in the air together in silence for a long time.

Until Song Rou thought that Tong Yu would not speak again, Tong Yu still spoke, his voice was very low: "I may not have a schedule, you can find someone else to do it."

"I can wait for you to adjust your schedule, I'm not in a hurry."

Song Rou replied quickly, because he could feel that Tong Yu's attitude had loosened, which already made him very satisfied.

"I was paying attention to your last oil painting exhibition. The painting style is very suitable for the theme of this tour."

Tong Yu nodded, took a step towards the stairs, and said, "Then I'll go first."

Memories made him suffer, and talking to Song Rou made him suffer.And the pain is concrete, he really feels uncomfortable right now, his stomach, esophagus and throat are all burning, as if the mucous membrane has been injured.

"Are you uncomfortable?"

Song Rou asked after Tong Yu.Tong Yu's complexion was really ugly, he was worried that he was sick.

Tong Yu shook his head, with sweat dripping from his forehead, he just said, "Let's go."

After speaking, he walked around Song Rou and shuffled towards the stairs.

Until Tong Yu got into the black Land Rover and drove out of the parking lot, Song Rou's mind was still full of the young woman wearing sunglasses sitting in the cab.