"Of course, no one calls me real name, everyone calls me Andy." She smiled and said, "Do you think my name is rustic?"

"I'm honest, a little bit, but it's not that I dislike you, I just think it doesn't match you." I said, "Actually, you can just change your name and go to the police station."

Andy smiled, "I have thought of this more than once before, but my dad stopped me."

"With your personality, your dad can't stop you, right?" I said.

"It's true, but later, I didn't want to change it myself," Andy said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because my mom and my dad divorced, my mom left, and I was left with him, so I didn't want to make him angry." Andy said.

This is the first time I saw her showing a sad look. This reminded me that she is also an ordinary girl, with her own stories and past events that make me sad.

But she has always been smiling and singing happy songs, which made me ignore this.

This is true, she is very similar to Lu Yating. She always hides her sad side behind her back and never expresses it in front of her friends. It brings joy and makes people feel that they never have any sorrow. "Later, I actually thought about it too," Andy said, "because I found that my father really likes to watch the sunset. After my mother left, he rarely smiles and his temper becomes irritable, but every time he leans on the balcony to watch the sunset, he becomes very calm, with a glimmer of hope in peace. He told me that he and his mother met in a place with sunset. He can always remember the sunset that day, the colorful sunset. Only then did I understand that my father named me. My father.

When I was writing, I didn’t really think so much. He just linked the things he thought were the best with me..."

She said, her mouth slightly downward, looking more and more sad.

After she said this, I suddenly felt that the name Caixia seemed to be less rustic, but it was a bit poetic.

I also suddenly realized that many things that were originally beautiful are actually the most beautiful, but only when people have prejudice against them will change their taste. In fact, they are essentially the most beautiful things.

"I'm sorry." I apologized, but I didn't expect this to involve her sadness.

She smiled, "It's nothing. It's been a long time since my mother never came back, and my dad and I are very happy now. Dad never let me lose anything. I've grown up very healthy."

"Do you hate your mother?" "I used to hate her, but now I feel relieved," Andy said with a smile. "Everyone has their own pursuits and choices in life. She likes stability and wealth. But my dad can't give her these. My dad is just a worker. After get off work, he gets off.

I like playing the guitar at home, and I can’t give her what she wants, and she has got it now, which is pretty good.”

"Your dad looks really amazing," I said. "On ordinary divorced single-parent families, children's personalities always have problems of one kind or another, but he completely lets you avoid these." "Will you?" She smiled proudly, "My dad is amazing. He taught me to love life and music. He used his more love to help me avoid those problems, not only let him get out of the haze of life, but also didn't let that

The haze leaves any shadow of life for me.”

"Your dad is great," I said.

"You should know my dad. I'll take you to see him when you have time." She said.

I smiled, "What are you doing? It's too fast? I just found out the name today, and I'm going to see my parents. Is it too fast?"

She smiled helplessly, "Where do you want to go? I just feel that you can't get out of the haze of your moon girl leaving. I want my dad to teach you some experience and forget someone's experience." I smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you, but this kind of thing can't help others. This kind of thing is like entering a maze. You know that the exit is nearby, but you just can't walk out. Others can't show you the way, so you can only walk slowly by yourself

I think I've walked out for too long, so I've walked out."

Her eyes were obviously sympathetic and she said, "In fact, there is no way to get out. If... someone can accompany you and walk out of this maze, it may be much easier."

"Who will accompany me, Wang Caixia?" I smiled.

"Of course I can't do it, but I think the girl just now must do it," Andy said. "She is really pretty, more beautiful than any girl I've ever seen, and is very suitable for you."

"We... are friends," I said, "Actually, in my heart, she is more like my sister, who is very strong but needs someone to protect her. I really don't have that kind of thought about her."

She nodded silently, then shook her head again.

"What does this mean?" I asked.

"I nodded because I understand what you mean, but shaking my head is to shake my head for the girl, and she may be sad." She smiled.

I laughed, didn't say anything, looked back and found that there were very few people in the square, and there were only two of us nearby.

"Do you want to drink?" she asked me.

I was stunned, "Where to drink?"

"It's right here." she said.

"Here? Where can I drink?" I said.

"Then there's a store behind you, wait for me." She said, turning over and running over.

After a moment, I came back with a plastic bag of canned beer.

"Do you like drinking too?" I asked in confusion. "I like it," she said, "My dad taught me to drink. He said that people who like music should learn to drink. Otherwise, they will lose a lot of life experiences. Of course, they cannot be addicted to alcohol. My dad and I often drink together, playing the piano and singing while drinking.

.”

I was a little surprised. I could imagine the scene of her father and daughter playing the piano, singing and drinking, and said, "Your father is really amazing, I admire it very much, really." "When you say that, I should have introduced you to you." She smiled and familiarly pulled open the beer, handed me a can, and said, "I'm going to talk about it, let's have two glasses together. It's just right, there's also a piano, and I'm talking about wine and singing life, come and do it.

cup!"

Her generous and straightforward personality really makes it difficult for me not to think of Lu Yating.

"Okay, what are you going to sing for me today?" I asked.

"No." She shook her head, "I want to listen to you today, you always listen to me, and you will do it anyway."

"Okay," I took her piano over and said, "What do you want to hear?"
Chapter completed!