"Why do you suddenly fall in love with Chaoge? I remember you never chased stars before?"

"Chao Ge is different."

"Uh... why do you have the same virtue as my sister? Forget it, it's up to you, but..."

Seeing a few girls walking in front, Duan Xian pulled Meng Lang and the two of them slowed down a bit.

"Okay, you kid, you can ask others for help. You have a good relationship, right? That lawyer Lin in front of you is the 'future tense' you told me last time, right?"

"Well……"

One look at Meng Lang's expression, and Duan Xian knew that he had finally guessed correctly this time.

"I understand that my sister is here with me, but what's going on with the landlord? Don't tell me that he's a wingman?"

Meng Lang's mouth twitched.

Haha! You may not believe it, but this is the love rival I told you...

…

"I blew the evening breeze you blew

Then do we embrace each other?

But it was like waking up from a dream with empty hands..."

"No, no, the air chambers of both hands here need to be opened, and you need to feel the ups and downs of your chest carefully..."

"Empty-handed...Teacher, is that so?"

"Well! It's better than last time. Come on, do it again!"

Through the soundproof glass of the recording studio, Yan Weiwei looked at the woman who was pressing her hands on Duan Xian's chest with a speechless expression, squinting her eyes slightly as if she was enjoying... well, no, feeling the singer's "chest rise and fall".

"Haitang, is your friend really teaching you seriously? Why do I feel like she is a nymphomaniac?"

Lin Haitang also covered his face.

I asked you to teach seriously, but you are too serious...

Forget it, it's not a bad thing anyway.

"By the way, where did that guy Meng Lang go? Why haven't I seen anyone for a while?"

"Oh! Uncle said he felt uncomfortable in his stomach and went to find the bathroom."

"Really... Haitang, I don't think this will be over for a while, why don't we take Xiaoyu for a walk around the area first?"

Lin Haitang looked at the people practicing songs in full swing in the recording studio. It seemed that he really didn't need help, so he nodded.

"Okay! Then I will take you to some of the most famous scenic spots nearby..."

…

The top floor of Shaw House.

"Tap tap tap~" There was a sound of heavy footsteps in the corridor.

"Wanwan, where did you go last night? I can't contact you.

And what did you mean by the message just now? Don’t scare Dad!

Just wait, dad will be coming to school soon! Just stay where you are, do you hear me Wan Wan? Hey! Hey..."

As anxious voices came from the phone, the young man hung up the phone silently.

Walking out of the shadow of the corridor, the young man raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight. The sunlight filtered through his fingers, revealing a pale and haggard, yet unusually delicate face.

It's just that those eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle and were dead silent...

"Tap tap tap~"

The young man dragged his heavy footsteps, like a zombie, and slowly walked towards the edge of the rooftop...

The collar buttons were torn off and the clothes were messy and damaged, as if they were making a silent accusation against the world.

Maybe I can only accuse in this way...

"Kacha!"

The sudden sound of a shutter behind him stopped the boy's steps, and he turned around in shock.

Then I saw a young man standing by the corridor holding a mobile phone and taking pictures.

"You...who are you? What are you doing?"

"What am I doing, passerby, just basking in the sun? Of course I'm collecting evidence! Otherwise, if you jump down later, what if the police misunderstand that it was me?"

The young man was a little surprised.

Since you saw that I was going to jump soon, your first reaction was to collect evidence first? Are you so cold-blooded?

He felt a little sad.

This world...is there really no warmth at all?

"Hey! I said, if you want to jump off the building, just walk to the left. I have observed that there are a few trash cans on the cement road down there. There are no people and no flowers and plants. It is the best place to fall!

We have to be ethical when we commit suicide, don’t you think?"

juvenile:"……"

Even death, can't you die in peace?

He turned around silently, not wanting to deal with the strange man in front of him anymore.

Since he has no intention of stopping himself, then...just treat him as a passerby...

However, the young man seemed to have really listened to the advice and finally walked to the left.

"I love you walking alone in a dark alley

I love you without kneeling

Loving you and facing despair

Refuse to cry

love your tattered clothes

But dare to block the gun of fate

I love you so much like me

The gaps are the same

Do you want to go? Do you deserve it? This tattered cloak

Fight? Fight! With the humblest dream

To the whimpering and roaring in the dark night

Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes..."

juvenile:"……"

The second time, he turned to look at the strange man again.

Maybe it was the melody he had never heard before that attracted him, or maybe the lyrics in the song just hit a certain place in his heart...

"Oh! Haha! Sorry, I wanted to give the video some background music to suit the occasion. Maybe having acne marks would make it popular.

The lonely and desperate young man resolutely used his life to leave the last striking color to the world! How poignant and beautiful?

I’ve already thought of the title, let’s call it ‘The Lonely Warrior’, what do you think?”

Meng Lang was recording the video on his mobile phone while chattering with a smile.

Even though he already had the will to die, the boy's mouth still twitched in excitement.

Such a person...such a person...

Why would you sing a song like that?

He turned his head silently.

Climb up the steps and walk two more steps to the edge of the rooftop.

Standing here, lowering his head, he could see the ground below. A feeling of dizziness came over him, and the young man felt his heart trembling slightly.

As long as you jump down, you will be free...

"They say that quitting your madness is like wiping off dirt.

They say that if you have to go up the stairs, the price is to lower your head..."

Humming sounded again around him, making the young man's legs tremble and he almost couldn't help but lie down.

"Yes! Just lower your head like this. When you stare downstairs, the downstairs will also stare at you.

Thousands of your classmates and teachers will witness your death below with looks of shock, confusion and fear.

You won't die pointlessly!
To be continued...