My Green Plums Are Super Sweet

Chapter 490 I will only be a fan of him for the rest of my life!

 He asked: "What, you also like guitar?"

The girl said openly: "The man I like is the most powerful guitarist!"

 “Who is the best guitarist?”

 “Han Xingye!”

 He felt incredible when he heard his name from a girl's mouth. He was shocked!

 While he was stunned, he saw a look of true admiration and love in the girl's eyes.

 “I like Han Xingye, he is the most powerful guitarist!”

 She spoke clearly every word.

The girl also said: "Your eyes are very similar to my boyfriend, and your voice is also very similar."

Han Xingye never thought that he would be confessed by fans on an overpass without shelter from the wind and rain.

 And that fan didn’t know who he was.

 He was wearing a black mask at the time, and his hair style changed into that of a "normal student" after he went to school.

 Only the exposed eyes are deeply attractive.

Han Xingye tugged on the strap of his mask and asked her, "Do you want to see my face?"

She shook her head and refused, "No, just like this, I can still imagine that I have close contact with the male god, and I will be very happy!"

“You said I have similar eyes and a similar voice. Why don’t you think that I might be the person you are talking about?”

Han Xingye is really curious and wants to know the reason.

Unexpectedly, the girl burst out laughing on the spot. Because she had a baby voice, her laughter was also soft and not exaggerated at all.

She denied what Han Xingye said, "Of course you can't be my boyfriend Han Xingye. My boyfriend is very powerful. He is very, very confident and is the most shining guitarist!"

  The implication is that the most brilliant guitarist cannot stand alone under the overpass holding a broken guitar.

Han Xingye’s eyes flickered, and he suddenly revealed his own scars.

“I remember that the person you mentioned has been spread a lot of bad rumors, right? He has a bad character and plays rubbish. The so-called musical genius is a deliberately created illusion.”

"Don't talk nonsense!" the girl declared seriously, "Han Xingye is not what others say!"

Han Xingye sneered, "He has been reviled by others. He is no longer a star and has no fans. Why do you still like him?"

"He has!" The girl pointed at herself and said plausibly: "He has fans! I am!"

The atmosphere solidified.

Han Xingye saw determination on her face.

 His heartbeat seemed to have dropped by half a beat.

He didn't believe it and hurriedly denied it, "You are so young. You probably listened to a few songs and liked him because of seeing his face? Now he has quit the music circle and given up his music dream. After a while, everyone will forget about him. , and you will also fall in love with someone else in the near future."

 “No! I will only be a fan of him in my whole life!”

Those unhesitating words hit his defenses straight to the core.

That day, we held an umbrella together in the snow, protecting a guitar with broken strings.

 That night, he returned home and frantically searched for the awards he had won since childhood, and looped through videos of his performances.

 He was looking carefully, trying to find the proud look he once had.

 Finally he found the guitar that his father had broken.

 He remembered that he asked the girl why she liked Han Xingye?

The girl answered plausibly: "I like his voice, his music, his handsome face that is full of confidence, and... when he stands on the stage playing guitar, it seems like the whole world is shining!"

 (End of this chapter)