Soon the sounds became dense and connected, and the world outside became hazy and blurry.

In the Winner Restaurant opposite, Xiaoling's music could be heard faintly in the rain, intermittently.

Jiang Dali buttoned the collar of his blue shirt.

Wear a bamboo hat and a veil to cover your face.

As a Tsing Yi Tower killer who has been around for more than two years, it is time for him to send others on their way.

...

Pat pat pat——

The rapid raindrops smashed against the dark eaves, and fell to the ground in series, making a sound of rain that enveloped the entire Qingxi City.

In the winner's restaurant, the plain-faced Qiu Xuemei was drinking wine with a pile of broad beans and listening to the little singer singing. Her famous weapon, the Wind Whip, was placed beside the table, within easy reach.

The song is written by Xiao Yan.

Xiao Ling was singing, "After the dream, the tower is locked high, and the curtain is low when you are drunk..."

The sound of the song mixed with the sound of rain seems to be extremely sad, melodious and melancholy, which is intoxicating.

Anyone who can play such sad and touching music must also be a person with a story behind the music.

Qiu Xuemei appreciates people with stories like this.

She also likes to create such sad stories.

Therefore, when the drinks are finished and the song is listened to, the people in the song can be buried together with the song.

Another mouthful of sake went down my throat.

Xiaoling's eyes narrowed slightly, and another word came out of her red lips.

"I remember when Xiao Ping first met, Luo Yi had a double heart..."

The lyrics end here.

There was a "collapse", the strings of the piano suddenly broke, and lightning flashed outside the window.
Chapter completed!