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First day and night of January, 2OOO, AD

Millennium, the celebration of the world.

Inside the Rainbow Theater, Wen Che was wearing makeup in the backstage alone. He was doing things step by step, calmly drawing the Facebook page ?

The production was already impatient. "Che, hurry up. This round of the piano solo is about to end."

How unlucky. Why did he invite such a lucky guy? He didn't even listen to the orders and was about to go on stage.

The director muttered curses in a low voice, but the person inside didn't deserve to be ignored even if there were a hundred of him.

Saving the situation was like putting out a fire. There was no helping it, they were just a side character after all!

After the song ended, the host slowly walked up the stage, hoping to delay a little longer. He announced the song's name and gave the introduction of the song. Now was the time to test the host's eloquence ?

With a loud voice, a melodious melody finally unfolded the curtains. The pure Beijing accent of "Si Lang" was overflowing with emotion as it finally dispelled the resentment of the audience ?

"Che, you can't be late again in the future. It's impolite to keep the audience waiting, do you know?" No matter what, he still had to teach this brat a lesson.

"My mother is dead." As if he was talking about something unrelated to him, Wen Che took his backpack and the hereditary Gu Xiao and disappeared into the end of the corridor.

"What?" Your mother is dead. " All that was left of the director was standing in front of the dressing table, talking to himself.

So it was like that. No wonder he was late.

A black steam and a red flag flew across the wide street. Wherever they passed, flowers would bloom, but it couldn't wipe away Wen Che's gloomy expression.

Mother, aside from your father, am I not your son's relative?

Memories of the tear ducts that had never been put to work finally appeared.

It wasn't a sin for a man to cry. From then on, he was all alone in this world.

His mother had left and his home was gone.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she drove through the winding hills of the suburb...

Suddenly turning a corner, the half red and half white fence was broken into two under the illumination of the lights...

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