Loving Strangers

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"What are you doing?" Xiaoju couldn't help changing the subject.

"Write words."

"Write words?"

"Yes, I just wrote a melody recently, and I'm adding lyrics myself. After writing it, I borrowed a relationship to go to the recording studio to record it and post it on the Internet, but well, no one listens to it."

Baizhi replied with a relaxed attitude, but her heart was not at all relaxed.She would publish new songs on the Internet from time to time, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news.

She knows that it is difficult for newcomers to stand out, and they shouldn't dream of reaching the sky in one step, but who hasn't fantasized about it.

"You sing very well."

Baizhi cleared up her mood, "Thank you."

"I don't know much about singing, but I really think you sing very well. Once I was at a music festival, and I wanted to leave, but I stopped because of a singing voice."

Bai Zhi opened his mouth and smiled: "It can't be me..."

"Correct."

Xiaoju answered so crisply that Baizhi was a little confused.

She thought about it, the only time she participated in a music festival was some time ago, and she was there to save the festival.

Could it be such a coincidence?

"Do you remember what song I sang that day?"

"Loving Strangers."

"Oh, that's true, what a coincidence."

Xiaoju asked: "Then can you sing to me next time?"

"Okay, there's no need for the next time. Just tonight, when I go to clean the bar, I will give you an extra song."

"it is good."

"Thank you, little orange."

"Baizhi, you have to believe in yourself, I will... always support you."

If possible, stop time at this moment.

Looking at Baizhi's smiling face, Xiaoju suddenly felt that this person was not difficult to understand. She actually laughed when she laughed and cried when she cried.

Probably a person who has tomorrow no matter what happens today.

Much better than her.

Painting in the afternoon, and listening to Baizhi singing in the evening.

The two of them arranged their time very well, without wasting it, just like their private space, even if she didn't know anything.

Xiaoju thought.

As long as she silently expresses her heart, she will not be afraid of getting answers she doesn't want to get.

The sun sets and the moon hangs high.

In a small corner of Ning City, there is a bar that is holding a "concert".

Most of the people who come to Qingba are regular customers. Baizhi's birthday is today, and she is so happy that the guests can order songs at will. They are all acquaintances, so the boss will let her toss.

——Anyway, listening to music in vain makes a steady profit without losing money -w-

"Ahem..." Baizhi tried the microphone, she was in high spirits, and even cast a wink at Xiaoju.

"Today, my first song is dedicated to a friend of mine. Um... welcome to the face."

At the end of the conversation, she simply stopped talking, because she didn't know what to say, so she just sang.

“lovingstrangersloving/strangerslovingstrangers/oh…Lovingstrangers/lovingstrangers/lovingstrangersoh…”

It was the familiar guitar prelude again, and the husky female voice.

In a daze, Xiaoju thought that she was in the scene where they met for the first time.The difference is that when I heard it for the first time, what Baizhi expressed through this song was...desperate sadness.

That kind of feeling can't be wrong, Baizhi and her are like the same kind of people, they can hit your heart directly.

But it's not like it now, she is singing honestly, happily, and emotionally, as if she really... fell in love with a stranger, especially the way Baizhi kept looking directly at her.

The song is over.

Baizhi compared his heart.

She seemed to be in a really good mood.

Baizhi is really happy. On her 25th birthday, her mother's sudden tenderness and sincere Xiaoju are all here, as if life is really getting better and better.