I looked at the circle of friends posted by Lu Yating, and my eyes were blurred with tears in an instant.

We often say that people never empathize with this, because everyone’s experiences and experiences are completely different, and their ability to bear is completely different. Therefore, their feelings and pains for what happens are different.

But for Lu Yating and I at this moment, my personal feeling seems to be described by the four words of empathy.

Just like her circle of friends, it is the concise and portrayal of my mood after she left.

Our pain is almost exactly the same, no difference.

Perhaps, between two people in love, everything is possible, and nothing can be inferred by common sense.

What is impossible to love someone, love to the point of being crazy, and love to be possessed by the devil?

I wiped my tears and commented under that circle of friends: Yating, where are you? I miss you so much...

After finishing writing, I hesitated for a moment and deleted it word by word.

Since you empathize with it, why bother to do this?

She wouldn't know how much I miss her.

"You can even cry with such a cheerful song?"

A familiar voice.

Lu Yating?

I suddenly looked up and found that it was not the figure I was expecting, but the female singer.

I don’t know when she had stopped singing and came to me, looking at me with a smile.

I don’t know if their voices are too similar or because I miss Lu Yating too much, I actually heard Lu Yating’s voice.

Or maybe, in my heart, I have been silently looking forward to such a scene.

One day, on a street, just as my longing for her reached an endless level, suddenly, she called my name and then appeared before my eyes miraculously.

Therefore, when I saw that she was not Lu Yating, I had a look of disappointment in my eyes.

She suddenly came to me, which made me feel a little embarrassed because... my tears have not dried yet, and there are still tears in my eyes.

I hurriedly wiped away my tears with my hands and smiled unnaturally, "Why don't you sing?"

She also laughed and said, "It's late at night, there's no one anymore, it's time to stop it. The most important thing is... I sing such happy songs, and I've made you cry, so I don't dare to sing it anymore. I've sang this song "See you at the next intersection" many times just now, and I've never heard of sadness. So, can you tell me why I cried?"

I laughed, "It has nothing to do with your song, I just remembered something else."

"It seems that you are a male classmate with a story." She smiled, her bright eyes and white teeth, cute and charming, like the faint fragrance of flowers in the night.

"I'm hungry, do you want to have a meal together?" she asked. "I'll invite you to comfort my fans."

I laughed, "What? Are singers so concerned about the audience's feelings now? I heard that I had to give you a meal to comfort me when I heard it?"

"That's different," she smiled, "You are my richest listener. I can ignore others, but I can't ignore you. Let's go, last time you gave me so much money, I always feel sorry for you. Please treat you to a meal."

"Just forget it, just sing another song for me?" I said.

"Okay." She walked over and picked up the guitar, "What do you want to hear?"

"Peppa Pig."

She was stunned, "What?"

"Peppa Pig."

She frowned, "Don't you? You are a big man, want to listen to this?"

"I just said I wanted to take care of my feelings." I said.

"Okay," she said, thinking for a while, playing a prelude, and hummed a few lines of the theme song of "Peppa Pig".

I laughed, and when she sang, she really looked so much like Lu Yating.

Lu Yating often hums like this, when cooking, when taking a shower, when doing housework.

As I listened, I suddenly wanted to go over and hug her, as if I was hugging Lu Yating.

Of course, I still restrained this impulse.

She stopped singing and came to an abrupt end.

"Why don't you sing?" I asked.

"Just just a few words, you won't plan to let me sing for one night, are you?" she said, "Who do you think of me, right?"

I smiled, I couldn't refuse.

"Okay, I'll give you another song." She said, tilting her head and thinking for a moment.

I looked at her in surprise. Her head-on thinking seemed to be so tilted to her senses!

I couldn't help but be stunned.

She thought for a while and said, "The moon is so good tonight, should I give you a song about the moon? I really like a song I don't usually sing, for fear of getting tired of singing, so I will make an exception to sing it to you."

I was even more surprised. About the moon? Could it be Lu Yating's favorite song "Look at the Moon's Face"?

At the same time, I had a strange idea in my heart. This... could not be a fateful arrangement in the dark, right?

Not only does her voice look similar to Lu Yating, but she even likes the songs she likes?

I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable expectation and excitement in my heart!

She cleared her throat, played a prelude, and sang, "Under the crescent moonlight, dandelions are wandering, like fireworks shining with a slight light. Taking advantage of the night to find the direction of happiness, you will inevitably be injured..."

I felt a long sigh of relief in my heart, as if I had failed, but I was a little disappointed.

It turned out to be Wang Xinling's "Moonlight", not Lu Yating's favorite song.

Of course, she sang very well, with a hint of cute and playful voice, which made her master the song very easily. The feeling of a cute girl dancing in a white dress under the moonlight was a bit sad, gentle, cute, and Lu Yating.

"Do you still want to listen?"

After singing this song, she asked me.

"Forget it, you are tired. Don't get tired of such a good voice." I said.

Actually, I also wanted to hear her sing the song about the moon that Lu Yating likes, but I didn’t dare to listen, because I was afraid that I would not be able to control my emotions.

Besides, she sang for one night and was indeed tired.

"I'm quite considerate." She smiled, "So, can I go to dinner with me now? I'm so hungry."

I nodded in a silly way.

I don’t know if she said she was so hungry that she looked so much like Lu Yating, or if I just wanted to find some Lu Yating’s feeling on her and stay with her for a while, anyway, I agreed.

"Let's go." I said, "What do you want to eat?"

"Let's take a look, actually I don't know what I want to eat," she said.

For a moment, I even wondered if she had been disguised as Lu Yating, why did these words be exactly the same?
Chapter completed!