She seemed to get into the spirit of singing, repeating the songs over and over, attracting many passersby who threw quite a bit of money her way.
In December in City X, there were occasional winds that were ice-cold as if knives were cutting into one’s skin. Even though Ling Momo had wrapped herself tightly, her fingers strumming the guitar gradually became numb to the point of losing sensation.
The boy nearby had initially given Ling Momo the guitar to play because of the hundred yuan, enchanted by the girl’s crisp and melodious voice, mournfully singing the now-famous classic song "Forgive." After listening carefully for a while, he noticed something was off with the sound of the guitar. Looking down, he saw the girl’s fingers stiff with cold. After a moment’s thought, he took the guitar from Ling Momo’s hands. Ling Momo, taken aback, watched as he blinked and then continued to play along with her singing.
Ling Momo tucked her hands into the pockets of her down jacket, hanging her head low, and kept repeating that one line—Loving you is like a faith, so pious yet so hurting all over.
As night gradually fell, the air grew even colder, and Ling Momo’s voice became hoarse. The empty box in front of the boy was now filled with money. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on N()velFire.net
The boy picked up the money, consisting of fifty, twenty, ten, five, and one yuan notes—a thick bundle in his hand. After counting it for a long time, he pulled out more than half and handed it to Ling Momo, "There’s a total of six hundred and seventy yuan, here’s four hundred for you!"
Ling Momo shook her head without taking the money.
Thinking that Ling Momo was displeased with the amount he offered, he immediately widened his eyes, looked at her, and said, "I know it might seem a bit much that I took so much money, but I really need it..."
Ling Momo, looking at the boy who was around her age, smiled and said, "I don’t want any of it; you keep it all."
The boy, seemingly not expecting Ling Momo to refuse the money, was quite surprised and unsurely asked back, "Are you sure you don’t want it?"
Ling Momo nodded and then glanced at the boy’s swollen hands reddened from the cold, softly asking, "Are you a student?"
"Yeah, from X University," the boy answered as he put away the money.
"From X University, huh..." Ling Momo looked a bit distant and after a while, asked, "Why do you sing ’Forgive’? Recently, the singer of this song hasn’t had a good reputation."
The young boy, bright in spirit, grinned and said, "Ling Momo, right? What does that have to do with me? Besides, anyone who can sing such a good song must fundamentally be a kind person."
Ling Momo didn’t speak anymore; she hadn’t expected that, at a time when everyone online was criticizing her, a street performer could speak without prejudice.
Seeing that Ling Momo hadn’t spoken for a while, and given the cold weather, the young man stomped his feet to withstand the cold. Seeing a KFC shop in the distance, he said, "You helped me make so much money, let me treat you to KFC!"
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