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Chapter 84 The Rise of Folk Songs(2/2)

He originally wanted to rely on his own strength to help the girl realize her dream, even if she had no money, even if her former fans were scolding him for not doing his job properly.

but……

Then what does it matter?

In this life, the so-called fame and fortune are nothing more than to gain happiness.

Xiong Zhuo felt that he had the happiness he wanted.

One person is with you, never leaving you, and you don’t want to ask for more.

The girl wrote one folk song after another.

The songs are not good, and the tunes are bad, but I never tire of it.

Until one day.

In the youth hostel, Xiong Zhuo opened his eyes one day and there was an empty bed beside him.

A letter was placed on the table.

The girl said she had had enough of these days that she never made a name for herself, so she decided to give up folk songs and turn to pop songs.

Xiong Zhuo's heart was empty, like a breeze waving through the valley.

After that day.

She is not here.

But the dream she had insisted on was still stubbornly refused to give up by Xiong Zhuo.

A few years have passed.

Time is like water.

Xiong Zhuo listened to "Nanshan Nan", and then realized that he had already burst into tears when he got up.

"Later, the wind in the South Mountain blew away the valley piles, and the water in the North Sea flooded the tombstones. You should look at me carefully. I have a bit of a quarrel like before, but I was finally polished to be taciturn now."

Xiong Zhuo murmured to himself.

He stretched out his hand and wiped his tears.

In the headphones.

The tune of Nanshannan has been silent.

But Xiong Zhuo's mood has never been calm for a long time.

After a long time.

He lit a cigarette again, took a deep breath, and coughed twice.

He looked at the song "Nanshan Nan" on the screen, and his eyes suddenly became firm.

"It's you."
Chapter completed!
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