Why do people under the same sky, enjoying the same sunshine and rain, interpret such completely different stories? Some people have nice cars, while others cannot even guarantee a minimum life.

Han Bai suddenly remembered a poem he had learned a long time ago: The moon shines crescent on Kyushu Island, some families are happy and some are sad. Some couples settle down together, and some are drifting outside. Although there is no crescent moon, but

The stories performed under the same sky are the same.

It turns out that such different fates have always existed.

Han Bai was alone at the street stall, but he never stopped to look. He didn't have to worry about food and clothing, and he never had to worry about it since he was a child. But it seems that in the future, he will also

Don't worry.

First of all, let’s not talk about the power of his family. His personal ability is enough for him to become an elite in society after graduation.

What's more, their family has wealth that he can never use up.

Walking to the central square, it was particularly lively. Han Bai just slowed down and casually looked at the children playing in the square and the old people sitting by the pool chatting quietly, but he never stopped.

Come down.

"That day, at dusk, white snow began to drift, and sadness filled the hills, waiting for youth to end..."

The song came from nowhere and floated gently in the wind, which aroused Han Bai's interest.

He was just wandering around, so why not take a look?

Following the singing, in the corner of the square, a man as young as him was holding a guitar, his head lowered, and singing quietly.

It's Lao Lang's "Love in the Wind". Han Bo has been particularly fond of Lao Lang's songs since he was a child, and his songs can always move him over the years.

He likes this kind of touch and likes this kind of campus singer.

There were many people passing by, but no one was willing to stop for him. Such singing seemed to not arouse any interest among them at all.
Chapter completed!