Chapter 1107 Emotional Resonance "Beijing Beijing", A Strong Desire to Confess "Yue Heng, are you alright?"
Mo Zixue noticed that he was in a bad mood and asked softly.
Her heart was in her throat the moment Wang Yueheng rushed up to save the person.
Wang Yueheng shook his head and took a deep breath of the cool night breeze: "It's nothing, I'm just... a little sentimental."
Then he saw a quiet bar on the side of the road, its signboard glowing softly in the night.
Wang Yueheng pointed in the direction of the bar: "Let's go sit down and have a drink."
Anyway, Mo Zixue just wanted to go to a bar with him for a date and to relax; it didn't matter where they went.
"good!"
Mo Zixue nodded and obediently followed him inside.
At the same time, she held Wang Yueheng's arm tightly with both hands, as if afraid that the boy would get lost from her.
The bar was dimly lit and had a relaxed atmosphere.
A small band is playing a languid jazz tune on stage.
Perhaps because it was a weekday, a few tables of guests were scattered around the audience, chatting quietly.
Wang Yueheng and Mo Zixue found a booth in the corner and sat down, each ordering a whiskey and a juice.
Wang Yueheng picked up the drink that the waiter had just brought over, but did not drink it immediately.
I simply swirled the glass, watching the ice cubes slowly rotate inside.
The scene of Shi Meng crying out in despair kept replaying in his mind.
He now possesses the system, fame, and wealth.
It seems that they have escaped that fate of struggling at the bottom.
But there are still millions of "Shi Meng" in the world.
They are still struggling to survive, for their dreams, and for a breath of fresh air, enduring repeated cycles of hope and despair.
This made Wang Yueheng, who has a strong sense of empathy, feel as if he had an indescribable emotion stuck in his chest.
I really want to let it all out.
The band on stage finished playing their last song, bowed to the sparse applause, and then began packing up their instruments.
Wang Yueheng tilted his head back and drank the spicy liquid in his cup in one gulp.
A warm current spread from his throat to his stomach, seemingly giving him some inexplicable impulse.
"Xiaoxue, there aren't many people here right now, please turn on the live stream for me."
He put down his cup, looked at Mo Zixue, and said with a firm gaze.
It was as if he had suddenly made a decision.
"Now? Here?" Mo Zixue asked, somewhat surprised.
“Yes, right now.” Wang Yueheng nodded. “I want to sing a song.”
He didn't say anything more.
But Mo Zixue saw in his eyes a strong desire to confide in someone.
She was all too familiar with this feeling.
Whenever Wang Yueheng is about to sing a new song, he will have this excited expression.
In Mo Zixue's view.
It is precisely because of the existence of such an emotion.
This is why this boy can continuously produce outstanding works that move people around the world.
Without asking any further questions, Mo Zixue skillfully took out her spare phone from her backpack.
Then he logged into his account and started Wang Yueheng's personal live stream.
The next moment.
Wang Yueheng stood up and walked straight toward the stage that had just been emptied.
The band members were about to leave when they saw Wang Yueheng, who was wearing a baseball cap, coming over, and they were all stunned for a moment.
"Excuse me, could I borrow your guitar and stage for a moment? I'd like to sing a song."
Wang Yueheng, the lead singer and guitarist, nodded slightly, his tone sincere.
"Sorry, our instruments don't..."
"You...you are Wang Yueheng??"
The lead singer was a young man with long hair. When he heard that some customers who had finished drinking came to borrow his instruments, he instinctively wanted to refuse.
They encounter this kind of thing two or three times a week.
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