This kind of loneliness is like he tried hard to tell a joke, but no one cared about it at all.

He is like a colorless person, insignificant.

Gangzi blew out a smoke ring.

How he wished that someone could sing a song for him like the big devil sang for Jiang Yang.

If there is such a day, his life will be beautiful——

Someone snatched the cigarette from his finger.

"You want to die early."

A woman sat next to him and didn't mind his saliva at all.

She took a puff of cigarette and looked at the glass window of the bar, "You still smoke if you have a heart disease?"

The voice is both strange and familiar.

So Gangzi's eyes turned red in an instant.

He turned his head and saw the plaid shirt sitting there, just blowing out a smoke ring.

She glanced at Gangzi and said, "Why are you still crying?"

"I--"

Gangzi's throat was a little tight and he couldn't make a sound, so he tried again, "I listen to the song."

The woman smiled, looked at the sky, and listened to the song on his phone, "Do you know what the lyrics are about?"

Gangzi shook his head.

The plaid shirt read softly: "It's too easy to miss, it's too late to love... Happiness will pass by and you can no longer express your love. Love is a word, but it also needs time... How many seconds does it take to embrace the one I love... Huh

, The Great Demon King is so well written.”

The man in the plaid shirt raised his head, took another puff of cigarette, blew out the smoke ring, and started singing along softly.

Somewhat hoarse.

But Gangzi wanted to cry when he heard it.

The plaid shirt turned back and looked at him.

The wind blew by the river, blowing her hair and aging his face.

She couldn't help but touched his head, "He's still the same boring donkey as before, letting others guess his thoughts. Who do you want to be your husband, the Demon King? If I hadn't listened to the new song that the Demon King dedicated to her husband, I would feel good about it.

Duo, even if you stay outside for the rest of your life, I won't bother to talk to you."

The man in the plaid shirt put out his cigarette butt and stood up, "It's my turn to take the stage."

She stretched out her hand, "Where's the cigarette?"

Gangzi handed the plaid shirt the cigarette case he received from his third brother, and then handed him the lighter.

He stuffed his plaid shirt into his pocket and said, "Puff less."

She went in.

Gangzi watched her go in, get on stage, pick up the microphone, and smile at him.

Gangzi felt his eyes were a little wet. He raised his head and looked at the starry sky. Although he couldn't see a single star due to light pollution, he felt that the sky was as bright as a galaxy at the moment, and there was a little prince living on a planet who was turning into a star.

The one and only one.

His life is taking on color.

It's heartwarming that someone cares about you.

Jiangyang——

He should thank Jiang Yang.

Without Jiang Yang, there would be no song sung by the Big Devil to Jiang Yang.

The Jiang couple showed off their affection, and he took advantage of it.

Jiang Yang also gave him color.
Chapter completed!