127: Chapter 127 (Completed) Every year when the peach blossoms bloom, I always think of someone.

The crowd held their breath, watching Qin Xun.

Did that girl really leave?

What is blue rain? Could he have hallucinated from his grief?

Everyone stared at Qin Xun, unable to look away.

He clenched his fists, his expression hardening, and said loudly.

"That day, I swore that in this lifetime, I must open a milk tea shop that everyone can afford!"

"This isn't just a cup of milk tea; it is a young man's debt to a girl."

The onlookers grew even quieter.

Faint sounds of sniffing could be heard.

Many girls had reddened eyes, snuggling into their boyfriends' arms, watching Qin Xun quietly.

Qin Xun took a small step forward, his face serious, unable to contain himself, his voice trembling with emotion.

"So, is Dudu Tea just selling milk tea?"

"It is not just milk tea!"

"I want it to look after the dignity of those young people during their most youthful and penniless years."

The eyes of the onlookers reddened slightly.

They understood that the young man was his past self.

An Ke's eyes turned red.

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun's back, her feelings complicated, wondering if what Qin Xun said this time was true or false?

Just as everyone was moved.

That discordant voice rang out again.

"You... you're making this up, right?"

Those marketing planners listening to Qin Xun's story felt that the people around them were being infected, that Qin Xun had regained control of the situation, and they felt displeased.

The tactic of making up stories for marketing has been around for thousands of years!

Almost every snack popular today has a story that sounds glamorous.

Either it was the favorite of some historical celebrity, or it was a masterpiece created during a military campaign.

Outsiders might not understand, but how could they not?

Suddenly, a marketing planner thought about how his boss compared him to a single pubic hair of Qin Xun, and feeling extremely annoyed, he shouted again.

"You are definitely making it up!"

"Otherwise, tell us, what is that girl's name, where is she from, how old is she?"

"What color is her hair, what color clothes does she like to wear?"

"Answer me, answer me!"

"You can't answer, can you!"

"Liar!"

...

A commotion broke out in the crowd again; many people were already wavering, but some still stubbornly believed it was real.

People are more willing to believe in beauty.

Qin Xun glanced at the somewhat smug planner, a bitter smile appearing on his face.

He slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

The onlookers watched Qin Xun, thinking he had remembered his old flame and was heartbroken.

The marketing planners watched Qin Xun, thinking he had been exposed and was unable to handle it, too afraid to open his eyes and look at people.

An Ke watched Qin Xun quietly, her gaze very gentle.

Song Ying watched Qin Xun, her eyes filled only with heartache.

Xia Ning watched Qin Xun's back silently, wanting to walk out from behind the counter, take his hand, and lead him away.

He seemed truly tired!

Suddenly.

Qin Xun slowly raised his head, opened his eyes, placed the microphone to his lips, and began to sing softly.

"On that day when I was nineteen"

"I came before Huang Huai"

"To meet you here"

"I paid with my four years"

...

The voice was low and slow, as if telling a story.

Images immediately appeared in people's minds, a scene of a young boy and girl meeting.

It was as if their heartstrings had been brushed by a willow branch.

Xia Ning watched Qin Xun's back silently, her heart sinking.

...

"On that day when I was twenty"

"With a guitar by my side"

"I opened my clumsy hands"

"And love for you surged into my heart"

"You are the dream I'm anxious about losing"

"I am the person you can do without"

"After all, this arrow traversing mountains and rivers"

"Pierces those who are deeply in love"

...

More and more onlookers gathered, slowly crowding towards the entrance of Dudu Tea, yet they remained quiet and stealthy, afraid of disturbing Qin Xun.

This poor person missing an old friend through song.

Song Ying stood in the crowd, watching Qin Xun, tears constantly streaming from her eyes.

...

"The first time I saw you"

"The Minnan girl was always so gentle"

"When I shyly took your hand"

"I thought you would walk with me to the end"

"But after you left me"

"I began to drift in this world"

"I have chosen dreams big and small"

"Thank you for no longer letting me be lost"

...

Listening to this singing, the surroundings became even quieter; even the sounds of breathing grew much softer.

Even the vendors hawking their wares on the surrounding commercial street stopped shouting, one after another coming out of their shops and standing at the doorways looking at Qin Xun.

An Ke watched Qin Xun quietly, her eyes brimming with tears.

Is she also a Minnan girl?

What a coincidence!

...

"A song written for huang huai late at night"

"You are the love I cannot put into words"

"When I wander helplessly in place"

"You tell me that ideals must be cherished"

"You want me to persist in my persistence"

"You make me understand who I live for"

"Eternity is not just that one moment"

"My future, thank you for letting me see it"

...

The song reached the chorus.

Qin Xun closed his eyes, a faint smile on his face, singing with deep emotion.

The audience felt as if a large hand had gripped their hearts, causing a dull ache; it felt as if a stone were pressing on their chests, making it hard to breathe.

Many of the younger female students were already covered in tears, reaching out to wipe them away, but unable to wipe them clean.

Some buried themselves in their boyfriends' arms, sobbing softly.

They looked at Qin Xun and suddenly felt he was so pitiful.

Inside the shop counter.

Xia Ning kept her head down, not daring to look at Qin Xun, making a cup of milk tea with light movements, not making a single sound.

She gave a bitter smile and muttered.

"So her name is Huang Huai?"

After singing.

He put down the microphone.

The people surrounding the milk tea shop, packed tightly, all looked at Qin Xun, remaining quiet.

No one spoke, and no one applauded.

Because they knew this was not a performance, but longing, regret, and a dream that a young man could never fulfill.

They stared at Qin Xun quietly, only to see a faint smile slowly appear on his face.

This smile.

Made their hearts ache again.

Many people shed tears.

Many turned their heads away, not daring to look anymore.

Qin Xun stood at the doorway with a smile, when he suddenly heard light footsteps and turned to look.

It was Xia Ning.

Her usually cold face actually revealed a sweet smile.

Qin Xun was stunned, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him.

It was sweet.

The kind of sweet smile of a dopamine girl.

Xia Ning, wearing a smile, silently handed him a cup of milk tea.

Qin Xun took it, glanced at it, and muttered.

"Four Seasons Spring with Milk Cap?"

He inserted the straw into the milk tea, took a sip, raised his head, looked at the hundreds of onlookers, and said with a smile.

"Every year when the peach blossoms bloom, I think of someone."

"She once... liked me very much."

The microphone was in Qin Xun's hand, not close to his mouth, but because it was so quiet around.

It still transmitted clearly.