This memory emerged from his mind, and Qin Qingzhuo was even more surprised, almost unbelievable: "So, the boy I met that year... was you?"
Jiang Ji said "hmm".
"So this is the guitar I gave you... and you've been using it for the past ten years?"
Jiang Ji hummed again.
"Oh my god..." Qin Qingzhuo sighed, not knowing what to say for a moment. After a while, he asked, "When did you recognize me?"
After asking this, he suddenly had another guess: "On the night after the first recording session, you sent me home. Was it because you recognized me?"
"No," Jiang Ji glanced at him, "I don't really remember what you look like."
"That… "
"I gave you a ride because you looked anxious. If I had known you were in a hurry to see..." Jiang Ji frowned, "I shouldn't have given you a ride."
Qin Qingzhuo lowered his eyes and smiled. He was about to ask something, but Jiang Ji continued, "Besides, if I had recognized you so early, I wouldn't have taken that photo. I wasn't lying to you just now. The light was too dim that night, and you had your hat brim pulled down very low. Apart from your eyes and outline, I didn't see what you looked like clearly. And after so many years, it's unlikely that I would remember you even if I saw you clearly, let alone recognize you."
"That's right..." Qin Qingzhuo nodded, "That's when you recognized it after hearing the melody that night at the music festival?"
"Perhaps."
"Um?"
"When you went to the bar to return my clothes, you used that song to tune the guitar when you were helping Peng Keshi with the sheet music. It sounded familiar to me and I thought it was a bit similar, but you only played one sentence, so I wasn't sure if it was the same song. And you seemed to have no impression of that guitar at all, so I was more inclined to believe that it was just an illusion. Later, you played it again at the music festival, and I was able to confirm that it was the same song. Then I watched the video of your performance at the Runcheng Music Festival, and you were holding the same guitar that I used, so I was completely sure that the person was you."
"Is that so..." Qin Qingzhuo nodded, and found it even more incredible that such a coincidence would happen to him...
For a moment, Qin Qingzhuo didn't know what to say, but he felt a little emotional.
After returning from Runcheng that night, his life soon changed dramatically. A fan uploaded a video of his performance at the music festival to a video platform, and not long after, he suddenly received an invitation from the crew of the movie "Thirteen Days", saying that director Cao Xiuyuan specifically asked him to sing the movie's interlude and ending song.
Not long after, "Thirteen Days" became a hit in major theaters, and the film's OST also spread throughout the streets and alleys, and Qin Qingzhuo began to become famous since then.
After that, he signed a contract with Huan Yang, and was busy every day making albums, meeting the media, participating in shows, organizing tours, and holding concerts... As for the boy he met that night, and the guitar he gave away, they were gradually buried in the most marginal corner by various noisy voices and numerous invitations, and he could never recall them again.
During these ten years, his life had been full of ups and downs. Looking back, that night in Runcheng seemed to be the starting point of it all.