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I sat there in a daze, but my mind began to churn with thoughts. Suddenly, I realized this was a great opportunity to shine in front of him, and with that thought, I felt invigorated.
In the afternoon, I signed up for the song "Inevitably in Love." For the next two weeks, I worked during the day and practiced singing at night, exhausting myself. But just thinking about him being in the audience instantly lifted my spirits.
I told my friend about it, and she teased me for showing off like a peacock. However, she was also glad that she hadn’t let me sell my guitar when we graduated, claiming it was all her doing.
One day, after working late until ten, I stepped out of the office to find heavy snow falling outside, which brought my mood crashing down. Dragging my tired body to the bus stop, I noticed a few young people waiting for the bus; the cold wind made the scene feel even more desolate.
As I scrolled through my phone, a car slowly pulled up in front of me—it was him. Luo Yuanshan rolled down the window and simply said two words: “Get in.”
Without hesitation, I opened the door and climbed inside. “Thank you,” I said as I fastened my seatbelt.
He responded with a brief “Mm,” and the car gradually merged into the night.
I was thinking about how to start a conversation when he spoke first: “How’s your song for the annual meeting coming along?”
“It’s going well.”
“Don’t be nervous; everyone is just here to have fun. Just enjoy yourself.”
“Yeah, I know.”
While I said that, I silently vowed to perform well enough to catch his attention.
Time flew by, and soon it was the end of the year. The annual meeting was held at a hotel we frequently collaborated with, and all the higher-ups from the company were present. First, each department presented their year-end summaries, followed by performances.
Our department's leader had already gone home, so the task naturally fell on Luo Yuanshan's shoulders. That day he wore a dark gray wool sweater and light gray casual pants, looking even gentler than usual.
I sat in the audience, straining to hear every word of the speaker's summary amidst the noisy environment. He came down from the stage and sat across from me, while everyone at the table praised his speech.
A few girls from the adjacent table moved their chairs over to join us, one of them sitting next to me. She sweetly called me "Sister" and asked if Luo Yuanshan had a girlfriend. I replied that he didn’t, and she muttered to herself, “Isn’t it strange that he’s not married yet?”
Unable to hold back, I retorted, “Whether or not he gets married is his choice; it’s not a reason to disparage him.” The moment I spoke, the room fell silent as the company’s second-in-command took the stage to announce the next segment.
Sister Chen looked at me with curiosity, while the girl shot me a glare before moving her chair away. Once the leader finished speaking and they were about to gossip again, I suddenly stood up and said, “I need to prepare.”
In the backstage area, I strummed my guitar aimlessly, feeling a bit of my frustration ease. After the host wrapped up the event, I took my guitar on stage. There was only one spotlight on me as I sat in its glow, believing I would perform well.
“Hard to forget the first time I saw you… I’m just afraid I might fall for you…” This song perfectly matched my emotions. Perhaps because my feelings were so intense, as soon as I returned to my seat, my colleagues surrounded me.
“Xiao Zhong, you played so well! Who are you playing for?”
“Xiao Zhong, who do you like? We’ll help you get their contact information.”
I smiled and explained, but they didn’t believe me. He sat across from me, quietly conversing with my mentor, seemingly unaware of the commotion around us.
Unrequited love is ultimately a one-person show. During the raffle, I randomly picked a ticket and won a thermos. He didn’t win anything. As the annual meeting concluded, my colleagues vanished without a trace.
Wrapped in my down jacket and clutching my thermos, I slowly walked toward the bus station.
My mind was filled with thoughts of him. Sometimes, emotions are truly hard to suppress.
I quietly rehearsed my lines, not noticing that he was calling me.
“Zhong Qi, what are you daydreaming about?” He ran up from behind and tapped me on the shoulder.
I was startled; he didn’t hear me, did he?
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