At this time, they arrived at the old street and Fang Xiaole got off the bus.
The residential complex where he rented a house was quite remote, and he had to walk about two kilometers from the bus stop to get back to the house.
In the moonlight, Fang Xiaole walked alone in the narrow alley.
Everything around was silent, the broken street lights were swallowed by the darkness, and only Fang Xiaole's own footsteps echoed in the street, clear and lonely.
"The sand on my fingertips, the him in my heart, the one I've been waiting for."
A clear and gentle singing voice sounded. This was the last line of the lyrics of "The Unreachable Him". Fang Xiaole took out his mobile phone and saw the WeChat message sent by Lin Yao.
"I'm fine, don't think too much. Fangfang likes to make a fuss. Are you home yet?"
Suddenly, a warm light fell from above his head. Fang Xiaole looked up and found that somehow, a broken street lamp had lit up again.
He smiled and walked out of the alley under the light of the street lamp. There was a bright light ahead.
Almost home.
"It's almost here. That medicine is very effective. Apply it twice a day, morning and night. Don't forget."
Fang Xiaole typed a reply.
"Well, thank you."
Lin Yao came back quickly.
"The third episode will begin recording next Monday. You should take good care of yourself these few days."
Fang Xiaole sent a message, thought for a moment, and added, "Be careful when you're recording the show, and take care to protect yourself."
"Well, don't worry, I'm really fine." Lin Yao added a muscular expression after the text.
"I'm home, you should go to bed early..." Fang Xiaole wanted to continue saying goodnight, but after thinking about it, he deleted the sentence and retyped:
“I really like your songs.”
However, after sending this message, there was no reply from Lin Yao.
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