After a while, Yi Mu slowly got up from the ground, tidied himself up, and then slowly walked downstairs.
He heard the sound of cooking in the kitchen, as well as the conversation between Ye Luoxuan and Tang Nannan.
Yi Mu chuckled softly.
Just like a long time ago, in that campus, in the grove that afternoon, he smiled faintly at Tang Nannan and Yi Menglu who were walking towards him.
"I'm leaving," Yi Mu said lightly in his heart as he looked at the kitchen.
He asked Jiang Qiangdong to help him cancel all his domestic announcements and projects. He was going back to Korea, where the training camp would soon begin, so he had to start his music journey all over again.
Rather than having others create a style that is not his own, he would rather be himself.
"Xiao Meng, I'm sorry. I don't have the courage to say goodbye to you in person. I also don't have the courage to tell you that I have liked you, but I don't even know if it was love. Maybe it was a kind of dependence. Unknowingly, I have become more and more inseparable from you, but I can't say it because I am Yi Mu and you are Yi Menglu."
Yi Mu looked up at the sky above his head.
The sunlight is so dazzling that it makes it impossible to open your eyes.
"Yi Mu, it's time for us to go," Jiang Qiangdong said to him.
"good"
He always remembered the excitement, excitement and shyness on a girl's face when a boy told her that he wanted her to be his girlfriend.
He always knew that the boy actually knew that the girl liked him, so the boy deliberately stayed away from her with various reasons, but every time he just looked at her from a distance because he didn't dare to go forward.
In the end, the boy finally confessed his love, but it still ended in failure.
It’s not because he doesn’t love her, but because the distance between them is too close, and even he himself can’t figure out who likes who.
So, the boy chose to compromise.
Next time, his music video will be shot at the Eiffel Tower in France.
“Come on, come on!”
There were slow cheers from the audience.
"I didn't expect this guy to be so popular."
In the audience seat closest to the sidelines, a girl wearing a pink coat and a white baseball cap couldn't help muttering.
"Don't you know?"
Someone sitting next to her heard it and said.
"What?" Yi Menglu turned her head and looked at the man and asked.
She didn't wear makeup today, nor did she cover up her appearance, so when she turned around to talk, the girl couldn't help but shout, "It's Yi Menglu, oh my god, are you Yi Menglu?"
After all, Yi Menglu had seen this kind of scene many times. She smiled slightly and nodded. "I am Yi Menglu."
The girl covered her mouth and laughed, "Oh my God! I'm your fan. Can you sign an autograph for me?"
"Sure," Yi Menglu said, stretching out her hand. "But, I didn't bring a pen today."
But the girl just handed it over.
Yi Menglu was stunned for a moment, it seemed that she was fully prepared.
"Where to sign?"
Who knew that the girl would just take off her coat and say, "Just sign on the clothes."
Yi Menglu smiled.
"What did you want to say just now?" Yi Menglu asked in a calm voice.
"Oh, I mean, Han Shuo is a rising star on the tennis court, a long-time champion. Any match of his is bound to be perfect and exciting."
Yi Menglu looked at the girl and said with a beaming smile.
He couldn't help but look at Han Shuo on the field.
"Really?" she asked in her heart.
She doesn't think Han Shuo is a king.
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