Suddenly far and near came into Rong Yu's ears.

The hoarse male voice sang an English song, the tune was passionate and passionate, from slow to fast, more and more intense, and finally reached the climax, affectionate and painful, which made people can't help but touch the heartstrings.

Rong Mo was attracted by this voice, and when he heard the sound, he looked over, and saw that it was a young boy playing and singing on the street, estimated to be about twenty years old.

She couldn't see his appearance clearly, only saw that he was wearing a black hat, a jacket, baggy ripped white jeans, and a pair of brown and green Martin boots.

Looking at that scene, Rong Mo couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

No, to be precise, she was not only attracted by the voice, but also by the person standing in front of him.

In front of the boy, a slender and tall figure stood.

Black broken hair, the same black hat, covering her ears, she was wearing a black denim jacket, inside is a high-necked off-white sweater, underneath is a black jeans, very slim, lined with her long legs straight, she put her hands in the denim jacket, leaning on the street lamp pole on the side, motionless, as if completely immersed in the music.

Or maybe...... It's to be thrown into that person.

"What, what are you looking at?"

Su Xian's voice came, he glanced at Rong Wu, and then followed her line of sight.

Rong Yu was still staring at it, and slowly spoke, "See?" It was Bo Huan, she was there listening to the boy singing. ”

Yes, it was Bo Huan who was there.

The café where they met was nearby, and Bo Huan didn't go over to wait, but watched the boy play and sing there.

Su Xian noticed that the back was very similar to Bo Huan.

"Let's park nearby, I'll go down and look for her first."

After the car stopped on the side of the road, Su Xian continued to drive forward to park, wrapped in his coat, and walked towards Bo Huan.

It's just that as Rong Yu walked, his pace slowed down a little.

Because she thought that Bo Huan was just waiting for them there with nothing to do, but she didn't want to get closer, only to notice that it seemed to be more than that.

Bo Huan looked at the boy without turning his eyes, and the boy was also playing and singing, even if there were more and more onlookers around, he just looked at Bo Huan.

……？

What the situation.

Rong Yu slowly approached the crowd, knowing that only then did he see the face of the boy on the street.

At this glance, the line of sight is not slightly condensed.

Although the boy was only about twenty years old, his face was extremely prominent, with deep eyebrows and eyes, a high and straight nose, diamond-shaped pale pink lips, a resolute and perfect jaw, and black broken hair, handsome and compelling.

Covered with the blood of young people, vigorous and vigorous.

However, no matter how good his appearance is, no matter how black his broken hair is, he can also see a bit of mixed blood between his eyebrows.

Yes, although the appearance is very oriental, but the deep eyebrows and eyes are very like the affectionate style of the British, when looking at others, the affection is like a pool of water, as if to drown people in it.

It's so flirtatious.

In just a moment, Rong Yu looked him up and down.

A street singer.

And just after the song was sung, the onlookers applauded, and then went up to put the change in the guitar bag in front of him.

He sang affectionately just now, and the gentleman thanked him one by one.

The people gradually dispersed, and Rong Mo saw that Bo Huan was still not leaving, still looking at the street singer, she almost thought that the two of them knew each other.

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