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19 The starlight in the memories of a generation!

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"Lin Yang, I'm the assistant of the top celebrity, Basketball Kun.”

"We have received your request for a venue for the performance, but we regretfully refuse.”

"However, we sincerely invite you to be Kun Kun's concert guest singer.”

"If your music isn't good enough, you can dance or shout.”

……

" Additional explanation: Come to our place three days later at three o'clock in the afternoon for the rehearsal before the concert.”

"We will provide costumes and props.”

"Remember, three in the afternoon.”

"Oh right, when you come, don't go through the main door.”

Lin Yang looked at the so-called invitation letter in his hand.

He frowned.

He saw that there was an audio attached at the end.

Lin Yang casually opened the message at the back of the invitation.

"Dong dong…"

A string of electronic synthesized sound effects was mixed with an uncomfortable rhythm.

"Thunder!"

Lin Yang quickly turned off the phone after hearing those two words.

"Phew."

Lin Yang let out a long breath.

He shook his head gently.

He quickly deleted it.

One word was enough to make one's scalp go numb.

If he continued listening, he wouldn't even have dinner tonight.

Lin Yang quickly turned off his phone and walked out of the room.

He was ready to eat.

……

He closed the security door.

In this old and quaint tube-shaped apartment.

All kinds of voices echoed in the corridor.

The sound of children reading and laughing.

The clanging of pots and pans.

There was also the sound of couples chatting.

Every voice represented a life.

This was the world.

The most authentic voice.

The sound of life.

Walking down the stairs, Lin Yang saw someone.

It was a woman wearing sunglasses and a long trench coat.

She stood at the entrance of the stairwell.

It didn't match the extreme life and simple atmosphere around them.

While she was waiting, her every move and temperament showed her excellent upbringing and self-restraint.

There was no anxiety, only calmness.

Seeing Lin Yang walk out of the corridor, the woman immediately put on a very beautiful smile.

He took off his glasses politely and asked softly,"

"Hello, may I ask if Lin Yang lives in this corridor?”

"Do you know the specific house number?”

Looking for him?

Lin Yang was stunned.

He raised his head and sized up the woman opposite him.

He spoke indifferently.

"I am Lin Yang."

Hearing such a calm answer.

The woman was also stunned.

However, he immediately regained his high professionalism.

His expression immediately became even more polite.

She immediately took out the business card she had prepared from her handbag.

He handed it over with both hands and said softly,

"Mister Lin, nice to meet you."

"Wang Yiyun's music department manager, Gu Xue.”

Lin Yang raised his hand and took the business card.

On the white cardboard, the word 'Gu Xue' was written in gold.

Below was the complete job title and related introductions.

There was no doubt about its authenticity.

Lin Yang nodded slightly and put the business card into his pocket.

Although the clothes were not expensive, they were clean, tidy, and decent.

She saw Lin Yang's calmness and composure.

Gu Xue extended her hand in approval.

"Mr. Lin, I have something to talk to you about. Do you have time to have a meal together?”

Lin Yang nodded in response.

"Sure."

Gu Xue immediately took out her phone and started to contact her assistant to arrange a restaurant.

"I'll treat you. Chinese, Japanese, Korean, French?”

Lin Yang glanced at Gu Xue but did not reply.

Lin Yang calmly pointed ahead.

"There's a noodle shop around the corner.”

"Noodles? Do you want some noodles?"

Gu Xue was stunned.

She did not seem to have thought of this option.

"Yes."

After saying that, Lin Yang took the lead and walked forward.

Gu Xue hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

She could feel it.

Lin Yang was different from what he had imagined.

It was completely different from the popular celebrities and young male idols that he had come into contact with.

His aura was so calm that it was even more indifferent than the top-notch Heavenly Kings he had come into contact with.

It was even worse.

……

The noodle shop at the corner of the street was not big.

He didn't even have a name.

The people who came to eat here were all old neighbors.

Lin Yang walked into the noodle shop with ease.

He glanced at the boss and quickly said,"

"Boss, a bowl of knife-cut noodles with wide strips.”

"Good!"

After ordering, Lin Yang suddenly thought of Gu Xue.

"President Gu, what do you want to eat?"

Gu Xue looked around and hesitated.

She said softly," I'm the same as you.”

"Alright!"

The boss agreed.

"Miss, you have good taste.”

"I…"

Gu Xue wanted to explain.

But the boss didn't have time to listen.

Because there were people coming to eat again.

……

Soon, Gu Xue and Lin Yang sat down beside the table and chairs under the willow tree outside.

The lush willow trees covered most of the sky.

It gave the place a large shade.

He sat there and looked at the traffic around him.

He could feel the pure aura of life.

It could really calm one's heart.

Gu Xue turned her head to take a look.

The children came home from school in groups of two or three.

Some children were sitting on their parents 'electric bikes, greeting their friends who happened to pass by.

The bouncing child held a small bubble bottle and blew bubbles as he ran.

This was the atmosphere of life.

It gave her a feeling that she had not felt for a long time.

"Have you been living here? Ten years?"

Gu Xue blurted out and asked with a trace of doubt.

Lin Yang picked up a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks basket beside him.

He nodded lightly in response.

"To be precise, it has been eleven years."

Gu Xue followed suit.

He took out his chopsticks and knocked them on the table.

His eyes were filled with starlight as he looked at Lin Yang and smiled.

"I think I know why you're so popular.”

"I will become the star in the memories of countless people.”

As long as he saw the tips and reminders, the author would write ten chapters a day!

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