"This kid."
After spacing out for a while, Jiang Chen shifted his gaze from Qing Gege's palm, looked back up at the rooftop, and seemed to plan to climb up and teach the guy a lesson. But the head there had already shrunk back, disappearing without a trace.
"Smile, success and fame aren't the goal
Making yourself happy is what's meaningful
The childhood paper airplane
Is finally flying back into my hand now~"
Suddenly, cheerful singing began.
Jiang Chen looked at Tong Dan, who was humming, and smiled.
Can't deny,
It's pretty fitting.
The anger dissipated.
"What's the name of this song?"
"Hmph."
Tong Dan curled her lips, "You call yourself from the non-mainstream era, and you don't know Qingtian?"
"This isn't Qingtian, is it?"
Jiang Chen questioned. Maybe not everyone's idol, but Jay Chou was definitely a shared memory of their generation.
"It is Qingtian."
Tong Dan insisted, "Right, Fang Qing?"
