On Sunday, with no follow-up appointments, Rong Chang finally got a day off.
She posted a message on her WeChat Moments, and soon several friends in her circle messaged her, wanting to invite her out for a meal.
The assistant also mentioned that it was her birthday today and asked Rong Shang if she wanted to come to her house for cake.
Ke Rongshang refused them all.
She seemed to have important things to do, but no one knew what she was up to.
A few hours later, the woman, wearing a coat, a hat, and a mask, appeared in the busiest square in the city center.
The square was just like it had been when Rong Chang passed by in her car before. The older women were dancing, some young people were playing badminton, and the most eye-catching thing was the piano performance surrounded by a large crowd.
It's hard to imagine that such a high-class performance would happen here.
At that moment, melodious piano music began to play, carrying with it a familiar feeling from my memories.
Rong Shang slightly raised her head, her calm gaze passing through the crowd and landing on the handsome young man.
He was still dressed in white, but because it was cold, he had put on a coat over his clothes.
When Rong Shang looked over, he was looking down, his fair and beautiful fingertips landing on the piano keys, dancing along with the notes.
People around him praised his piano playing, and some even took out their phones to record it because of his good looks.
Furthermore, Rong Shang heard that many voices among the listeners, whether older or young girls, were saying:
He really looks a lot like Sheng Qianye, the legendary singer from the 90s.
No, these are exactly the same as those cut from the same mold, okay?
Oh dear, why do I suddenly feel like crying? Come to think of it, today marks the forty-first anniversary of the passing of Shanda Games.
...
That's why many of Sheng Qianye's fans have gathered here today.
Although it was somewhat selfish to do this, Sheng Qianye's departure that year saddened so many people, and they couldn't control their longing.
Even though the young man before them was not Sheng Qianye, they still came, filled with longing.
However, what most people hear from outsiders is that he looks like someone else, and that they like him because of that other person.
I'm definitely going to get angry.
But he won't.
He always had a gentle smile, which made him even more like the legendary figure from my memory.
Warmth and kindness.
People have been watching him play the piano here for half a year now, but they don't understand why he's not here to perform on the street or to become famous.
What was the purpose of that?
Just then, a sudden uproar broke out in the crowd.
The piano music stopped, and everyone watched as the young man sitting in front of the piano slowly stood up.
At this moment, his deep, ocean-like eyes, as beautiful as whirlpools, shimmered with crystal-clear light as he stared blankly at the woman in a black coat a few meters away, seemingly lost in thought.
The woman was wearing a hat and a mask, with the brim pulled low, so no one could see her true face.
But he...
He walked around the piano stand and strode towards her with long strides. His steps were slow, and Rong Shang looked at him as if centuries had passed.
Finally, he stopped in front of her.
Rong Shang slightly raised her head, and in an instant, their eyes met.
"You've finally arrived."
His voice was as pleasant and warm as I remembered.
"I've been waiting for you for so long."
For the past six months, he has been waiting for her.
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