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Soon the crowd gathered around.

To be honest, the Dream Pop style and the festive atmosphere of Christmas are somewhat incompatible.It has a feeling of loneliness and loneliness, and the Asian lead singer has a particularly ethereal and cold voice.

But CETA's music is very different, very hot and open, it seems that the lead singer's voice is not just like ice, but like ice burning.

Snow began to fall in the sky, and the water flowing from the fountain was accompanied by steaming white smoke. It felt like it would soon turn into icicles.Behind it is the red and green tone of Christmas, showing a unique and split atmosphere.

——The cold feeling belonging to Northern Europe, the joy of Christmas, the blazing fire in the song, colliding and merging, just like drinking a glass of throat-burning vodka.

So even if the lead singer sang a Chinese song, everyone still gathered around, indulging in the original charm of the music.

Jiang Shiye chose to sing "1783" out of habit.

From Swirl to Step, his first song, always this one.

He didn't think much of it, just sang.The line of the neck climbs up when the high notes are exerted forcefully.

Snowflakes gradually stained his eyelashes, which somewhat blocked his vision, and he couldn't help but stare at a bright and conspicuous Christmas tree not far away.

Then he saw a man next to the tree who was about to leave turned his head because of this song, he was a little stunned, and he was also stunned for an instant.

Blood clots.

As he sang, he suspected that the treble was so loud that his eyes were starved of hypoxia, he blinked vigorously, and continued to stare at the man next to the Christmas tree——

He is tall, because he has an Asian face, but he is also that tall in Northern Europe, so he stands out.

Close to 1.9 meters, like an athlete's figure.He was wearing a long black down jacket, with a black knitted hat covering his forehead, and a thick scarf covering his chin.

So the face doesn't seem to show much.

It was because he didn't show much, so whether it was the eyes, the bridge of the nose or the mouth, they were all so dazzling and familiar, so dazzling that Jiang's vision began to tremble.

The snow fell a little heavy, mixed with colored lights, so the vision was blurred at that moment, with white flowers and round light clusters.Including the crowd listening to the song, it was hidden in darkness.

Only the man in the long down jacket had a very clear vision, passing through the wind and snow and shooting at Jiang Shiye's face.

Jiang Shiye couldn't sing anymore, his face was hot.

The last time he sang "1783", it was raining outside, and he faced the same gaze.

Now that the snow was falling on his body, he still received the same gaze.

Besides Cen Si, who would have such a look.

After the song ended, Jiang Shiye told the team members that he was in a hurry, and before he had time to say a few more words to them, he put down his guitar and ran away.

Cen Si was still standing by the Christmas tree.

It seems to have been waiting for him.

But the chin is buried in the scarf, making the lip line look cold.

Jiang Shiye stood in front of him panting heavily, his breath stuck in his throat.

The heart is about to jump out.

He was right.

It's really his four sons.

Not in the hospital, not lying down, just now, standing in front of him suddenly, suddenly, alive, at the Christmas market in Stockholm.

With snow falling in the sky, Sweden finally has the indifferent look of Northern Europe.Cen Si stood upright, with broad shoulders and bright eyes, and finally had the look of Jiang Shiye yearning day and night; Jiang Shiye took two deep breaths, his face was illuminated by the Christmas tree lights, and his eyes glistened quickly.The water overflowed, and the nose, ears and eyes were all red.

He smiled, and finally had the look that Jiang Shiye should have.

We haven't seen each other for so long, how should we reunite?

A hug in your arms or a tearful tell?

He didn't know that generally Cen Si could master the rhythm,

But why did Cen Si put his hands in the pockets of his down jacket without even smiling?

Then take the initiative to attack... Jiang Shiye said excitedly in a hoarse voice: "Four..."

"Are you Chinese?" Cen Si interrupted and asked him suddenly.

Jiang Shiye's lips were half opened.

He was stunned by these words.

He missed the familiar voice for 84 days, and never thought that the first sentence he spoke would be such a question.

Cen Si looked at him, showing a kind but strange smile: "This is CETA's song, are you also Chinese?"

Snowflakes fell on Jiang Shiye's shoulders.

His smile froze, his vision was blurred, and he was sluggish, almost unable to stand still.

The heart that was still hanging just now sank into the abyss in an instant.

He thought of what Cen Yang said about the possible sequelae of his operation, and his spine felt chills.

don't...

Cen Si...

forget him?

"What's your name?" Cen Si still asked politely, his eyes were indifferent, and it really didn't seem like he was looking at his lover at all.

Jiang Shiye bit his lip hard.

Eyelashes filled with snow trembled twice, shaking off the light of a rainbow under the illumination of the Christmas lights next to her.He couldn't even speak, his eyes were dark, and the strength he had endured for so long was completely disintegrated at this moment.

However, Cen Si didn't understand, and even took a step forward, still asking friendlyly without any old feelings: "What's your name?"

Jiang Shiye stepped back.

Cen Si still stretched out his hand, chattering and asking: "My name is Cen Si, what's your name, you wear so little, aren't you cold?"

Cen Si was wearing gloves, but Jiang Shiye seemed to dislike his cold hands, he didn't dare to hold them, his fingers were trembling.

He lowered his head, did not back away, and stood face to face with Cen Si, and could feel how the white air of his breath fell to the tip of his nose.He was disappointed and collapsed, sniffed and raised his head, but moved away under such strange eyes.

He kind of wanted to go.

He needs time to accept this.

But he couldn't move his legs.

Sudden.

Cen Si bit the glove and pulled it against it, took it off like he used to take out the fencing glove, stretched it out again, and raised his hand, waving a piece of snow.

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