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Chapter 570 570: Gu Qi Extra: Gu Qi, I am Song Zhi (first update)

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    Gu Qi likes to mark his things with logos. He couldn¡¯t bear her pain, so instead of giving her a tattoo, he embroidered a gun and two letters on her clothes and hat.

    The only difference is that the two letters have changed, not gq, but qs.

    The song Song Zhi ordered was not long, only three minutes.

    After the last guitar note fell, Qin Su moved the microphone away and glanced at his watch. When it was time, he stood up with the guitar in his arms.

    There are so many people here, so we should keep a low profile.

    But Song Zhi couldn't think, fearing that he would disappear again, so she instinctively ran after him and reached out to hold him.  .  .

    He turned back.

    "I'm Song Zhi." The tears in the corners of her eyes were not dry, making his shadow wet and blurry.

    Reluctance, attachment, sadness, and deep affection, he saw these in her eyes, as if she was looking at someone else through him.

    Qin Su pushed her hand away: "You recognized the wrong person."

    He didn¡¯t look back and went to the bar.

    Zhou Mo had just mixed a glass of wine and pushed it over: "What did the girl tell you? Do you want WeChat?"

    Qin Su is so good-looking that he wants girls on WeChat to line up from April to Lijiang. Zhou Mo has long been used to it, but he thinks it is too much of a waste of natural resources.

    "There are so many people showing their kindness to you, but you can't look down on any of them?"

    Qin Su only drank and didn't talk.

    The two are classmates and have known each other for many years, so Zhou Mo has become accustomed to his virtues.

    "This one looks familiar." Zhou Mo couldn't help but look at the peach blossom. Where had he seen it before?  He couldn't remember.

    "gone."

    Qin Su finished his drink, put down his glass and left.

    The peach blossom is chasing after me.

    She asked Zhou Mo: "What is his name?"

    The more I look at it, the more familiar it looks.

    Zhou Mo had the urge to pull off her mask: "You'd better ask him."

    She was very anxious: "Is his name Gu Qi?"

    Although she only showed her eyes, it was not difficult to tell that she was a beauty. It was difficult for Zhou Mo to refuse the beauty, so he shook his head: "He is not called Gu Qi."

    "Thanks."

    Song Zhi chased him out.

    Pei Shuangshuang quickly followed: "Where are you going?"

    Song Zhi looked outside in a panic: "Shuangshuang, please stay and help me ask the name of the person who sang on stage just now, what is his phone number, and where he lives."

    After she finished speaking, she ran out.

    Pei Shuangshuang warned from behind: "Be careful, don't get photographed."

    It¡¯s past nine o¡¯clock, but the street is still lively. The plane trees along the road are covered with colorful ribbons. Couples under the trees are praying for a lasting marriage.

    There are many rumors in the ancient city that if you hang a ribbon with your name on the tree, the god of marriage can see it.

    These are all stories made up by businessmen after seeing business opportunities, and they also deceive men and women in love.

    ¡°Brother, let¡¯s buy a bouquet of flowers.¡±

    The flower girl blocked Qin Su's path, so he walked around.

    The girl was young, probably not yet an adult. The basket was full and the flowers were not sold. She followed shyly: "Buy a bunch for yourself."

    What others say is: buy a bunch and give it to the person you like.

    So she didn¡¯t sell a single bunch.

    Qin Su asked for a bouquet of forget-me-nots, carried it for a while, and then put the bouquet of flowers on a bicycle parked on the side of the road.

    The alleys of Licheng Night Market were winding and winding. As he walked further and further away, there were fewer and fewer street lights as he moved further away from the downtown area.

    He suddenly stopped and turned around: "Why are you following me?"

    There were very few people in this alley. Song Zhi no longer wore a mask and was holding a bouquet of forget-me-nots in her hand.

    It¡¯s the bunch he threw away.

    She walked forward, stepped on the wet bluestone after the rain, and walked up to her: "My name is Song Zhi."

    For the second time, she introduced herself.

    Lijiang River was not far away, and the night wind carried moisture. Her eyes were very red: "What's your name?"

    "Don't follow me."

    Qin Su continued to walk on his way, carrying a folk guitar on his back, and the shadow on the ground was lonely and lonely.

    There were footsteps behind him.

    When he walked faster, she walked faster, and when he walked slower, she also walked slower, and there was always a distance of three or four meters between him.

    He stopped: "What do you want to do?"

    Song Zhi also stopped: "I want to know your name." She hugged the flower, because? She used too much force on her hands, and a few forget-me-not flowers fell off, and the petals stuck to her chest. "I also want to know the phone number."

    Qin Su took out his mobile phone.

    Song Zhi thought he was going to give her his number.

    He pressed a few numbers, turned the screen, and showed it to her.

    110.

    He really has no pity for her: "Don't follow me anymore."

    Song Zhi stopped where he was, the flowers in his hand were blown to pieces by the wind, which was a bit pitiful.

    It turns out that she is the only one who still remembers.

    This world is very similar to the one she used to live in. There is the Red Triangle, Vega Lanka, and even the land where Gu Qi is buried, but Gu Qi is not there.

    No one here remembers Song Zhi.

    When Qin Su turned into the alley, she followed him, but he had disappeared. There were many forks in the deep alleys of the ancient city. She walked around in them for a long time and couldn't find him.

    She picked a piece of bluestone and squatted with the flower in her arms until her legs went numb.

    Pei Shuangshuang called.

    "where?"

    Song Zhi raised his head. It had rained in the afternoon, but there were stars in the sky. The stars in Licheng seemed to be brighter than those in the Imperial Capital.

    "I don't know where this is."

    "You turn on your location," Pei Shuangshuang was really afraid that something would happen to her, "I'll pick you up."

    Song Zhi is more concerned about: "Have you asked for his information?"

    "His name is Qin Su, the resident singer of April in the World. I didn't ask about anything else." (Remember this site's website address: www.hlnovel.com
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