Three years after our breakup, you came back to China, and I'm just giving up. Why are you cryi

Lu Hao's face was extremely ugly.

Jiang Yun?

How did she end up here?

She had only been married to Qin Shou for a little over a month, yet she was sitting on another man's lap?

The man had one arm around her waist and the other holding a wine glass.

Jiang Yun laughed so hard she was shaking, her body swaying to the rhythm of the music as she swayed against the man, the two of them like a couple deeply in love.

Lu Hao couldn't resist and got up to go over.

A hand grabbed his wrist, and Xiao Xiyue's calm voice rang out.

Don't go.

"Why?" Lu Hao frowned and turned around, his anger still simmering in his eyes.

Xiao Xiyue didn't look at him, her gaze still fixed on the vibrant scene in the distance, her tone flat: "You go there now, and then what? Expose her in public, and then call your brother Qin Shou over?"

"What else can I do? I can't just stand by and watch my brother be kept in the dark and cuckolded!"

"But what if... Qin Shou himself finds out?"

Lu Hao froze completely.

Before he could figure it out, Xiao Xiyue's voice rang out again: "If he already knew that by rushing over now, you'd just tear off his last shred of dignity in front of everyone, how would he face you? What would he think?"

"Impossible." Lu Hao retorted verbally, but sat back down.

"Nothing is impossible." Xiao Xiyue withdrew her gaze and looked at him calmly. "Think about it, what kind of people were those 'connections' Qin Shou introduced to you before? 'One is influenced by one's company.' Do you really think he could stay true to himself in that circle?"

Lu Hao didn't say anything.

He picked up a bottle of beer from the table, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

Qin Shou's so-called "connections" were not only present at the villa that day, but also at the two banquets that followed, all of which were utterly decadent.

That kind of extravagant and decadent lifestyle can indeed easily lead people astray.

But Lu Hao still couldn't believe that Qin Shou would become that kind of person.

"If you really want to know the answer, find some time and ask him yourself." Xiao Xiyue's voice pulled Lu Hao back to reality once again.

Yeah, rushing over there now will only make things worse and embarrass our brothers; it won't solve anything.

Who knows, we might not even be able to be friends anymore.

"Is the world of the rich really this chaotic?" Lu Hao took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Most of them," Xiao Xiyue said calmly.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Zhen Youqu's face suddenly flashed through Lu Hao's mind.

That day at the villa, Zhen Youqu, like him, seemed out of place among the group.

What about Gu Yunfeng?

Lu Hao shook his head irritably, trying to clear his mind of these unpleasant thoughts.

Tonight I'm here to find inspiration, not to annoy myself.

He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, took a big gulp of beer, and turned to Xiao Xiyue: "Are you very familiar with that Jiang Yun?"

"I've seen her a few times." Xiao Xiyue took a sip with him, her gaze passing over him and landing on the girl with pigtails not far away. "Back then, when I made a bet with Fang Ruoyun, she was the one fanning the flames."

Lu Hao followed her gaze and then realized what was happening.

He remembered what the twin ponytails were called.

Xiao Wei has a pair of gentle eyes.

She was usually present at the events where Fang Ruoyun was.

It turns out he was the one who stirred things up.

Seeing her chatting so enthusiastically with Li Xu, Lu Hao couldn't help but feel worried for Li Xu, fearing that the kid might get devoured until there wasn't even a bone left.

He withdrew his gaze, ignoring the other side, and continued chatting casually with Xiao Xiyue about the ancient style design.

After a few rounds of drinks, the people in the bar gradually dispersed.

Jiang Yun and Xiao Wei's table also left sometime ago.

Li Xu strolled back. "Brother Lu, I'm leaving now."

Lu Hao waved his hand: "Don't be late for work the day after tomorrow."

"Got it!"

After Li Xu left, Lu Hao stood up and helped Xiao Xiyue up as well: "Let's go back too."

"Hmm, it's a pity I didn't find any inspiration tonight." Xiao Xiyue's face showed a hint of disappointment.

"Inspiration can't be rushed; it depends on fate," Lu Hao laughed.

He was about to leave the booth with Xiao Xiyue's hand when a voice came from behind him.

"Lu Hao, wait a minute."

Lu Hao turned around and saw Wang Jile carrying a guitar, running quickly toward them.

"What's wrong?"

"I just heard from Li Xu that you were here, so I came over to say goodbye." Wang Jile stopped in front of him and took a breath.

Lu Hao frowned: "You're not working here anymore?"

"Yes." Wang Jile nodded. "I signed with a music company and I'm going to Hangzhou tomorrow. It's time to give it my all for my future and dreams."

Lu Hao's lips moved, his voice a little hoarse: "You...aren't waiting for her?"

"I've waited for this." Wang Jile smiled, a smile that showed relief and liberation.

"Where?"

Wang Jile pointed to his heart: "I didn't wait for her, but I did find my own peace."

Lu Hao fell silent.

This "Dream Lover" bar was once owned by Wang Jile.

After the transfer, the girl he had been in love with for five years also left him.

Lu Hao remembered that Wang Jile had said when he was drunk that he had made a promise with that girl that he would wait for her here for seven years.

The girl didn't answer, and he knew she wouldn't come back.

Yet he still kept his promise, singing in this place of sorrow for seven years.

A person in a dream, a person in a dream.

They exist in longing, yet cannot embrace.

Wang Jile, he forgot, he forgot her.

Stepping out of the bar, the night breeze was slightly cool.

Lu Hao stood under the streetlight, with Xiao Xiyue quietly beside him.

Wang Jile took out a cigarette and handed one to Lu Hao: "After you finish this one, whether we meet again depends on fate."

"I hope to see you on TV next time."

"I hope to see you on the financial news again next time."

The two looked at each other and burst into laughter.

After finishing his cigarette, Lu Hao looked at his friend of over two years and patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Brother, I wish you all the best for the future."

Wang Jile felt a lump in his throat and gave Lu Hao a tight hug.

May your future be bright, see you again in the future.

They all understood that this parting might be for a lifetime.

Wang Jile let go of Lu Hao's hand, turned and walked towards the taxi by the roadside. Before opening the car door, he suddenly stopped, turned back and smiled, saying, "I'm leaving. See you next time, let's sing another song!"

"Don't say 'I'm leaving,'" Lu Hao gave him a thumbs up, "say 'I'm setting off!'"

"They've set off?" Wang Jile was taken aback.

Lu Hao took a deep breath, faced the streetlight, and sang loudly: "Let's go! Don't ask where the road is! Moving forward against the wind is the only way! Let's go! I don't want to ask where the road is! Oh, fate, what kind of obstacle is this!"

Wang Jile was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter. He raised his hands high and used all his strength to catch it.

"As the rumble of cars begins, the dream starts to ache! It stirs up the wind, reshaping every face! The night fog is so thick, the open space so turbulent, there's a premonition that the road's end is a labyrinth!"

On the street late at night, ignoring the stares of passersby, the two men sang out loud the song "Desperado," which they had first sung together at the Dream Man Bar.

The song echoed through the empty streets, carrying the sadness of farewell and the determination to move towards the future.