Music Playlist

Chapter 1

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My earphones have been connected to the same person's mobile phone Bluetooth twice on the subway. There was a week in between, at the same time in the morning. The reason I was impressed was that when I made a wrong connection last time, in just over ten minutes, the other party's playlist turned out to be the same as I have three overlapping songs on my playlist. Obviously, it has a good and decent musical taste like me, forgive me for using the name "it" because I don't even know if it's a male or a female.

Today, however, is such a coincidence that we meet and reunite for the second time.

Last time, I was surprised and enjoyed, and the moment the song stopped abruptly, I realized that they probably got off the bus halfway and walked out of the connectable range.

After arriving at the company, I took a serious look at this matter. After this person's mobile phone is connected to my earphone, doesn't he realize that his earphone is silent?

Or was it just meant to be played to me?

To top it all off, today it played "Second Time" as soon as it discovered my presence and recognized my headphones as the same person

At that moment, I realized something, and looked up at a loss.

Probably afraid that I would disconnect, it cut the song quickly, the second one was "Please Don't Go".

Ten seconds later, it was replaced by Adele's "Hello".

My face is weirdly hot, this guy is actually saying hi to me.

After a while, the song has changed again. I have never heard this song. The female voice is a little lazy, and the lyrics are also a little subtle:

"Guessing games get crazy

It might get crazier between us

Caught up in the daily

Always caught up in the little things

Boy you got me craving

But you make me crave

If my cheeks turn red would

If my face slowly turns red

You lend me your dress shirt

Can you lend me your suit shirt..."

Judging from the lyrics, I guess the other party should be a bold and funny sister.

It is not impossible to be friends with similar hobbies.

Not being passive like this anymore, I quickly got up from my chair. A mother with a child in front of her probably thought I was about to arrive, lest she slowly pushed her daughter around me to grab a seat.

I haven't gotten to the subway station in front of the company yet, so naturally I won't get off. I stand up to broaden my horizons and lock all the passengers using mobile phones within a five-meter radius.

The results were unsatisfactory, with at least 3/4 of the bow-headed people within the visible range. The mobile phone is like an invisible and airtight square box that automatically confines everyone in their own social comfort zone.

Couldn't find this person at all.

Pulling the ring and looking around for a while, I found nothing, and the song in my earphones has also become Deng Ziqi's "Goodbye".

It's saying goodbye. It's about to get off.

Damn, the arrival reminder sounded overhead, I pursed my lips, I couldn't help but regret, a city, tens of millions of people, daily travel is ebb and flow, wave after wave, how low is the chance of hitting the same kind again , as elusive as the whizzing subway.

Well, I'm late for work, too. I grabbed my phone, followed the crowd and got out of the car. Of course, my eyes were not idle, and the detectors were searching everywhere.

Looking around is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

After walking for a while without a clue, the singing in the headphones suddenly disappeared.

disconnected?

My heart hit rock bottom in an instant.

Just as he was about to turn around and take off his headphones, a male voice sounded in his ears, as if a clear dew had fallen into the noisy sandstorm.

"Hi?"

Some temptations, very young, but also very nice.

"Are you still there? Why are you still connected to my phone?"

I can't answer, we are in two dimensions, two planets. And "it" is actually a boy. The devil knows how red I am from being caught - I followed me out of the car and was looking like a headless fly.

"Should you be able to hear my voice? Well, I'm talking to myself, I'm finished speaking, in order to let you listen, are you listening?" He seemed to laugh because of his strange words and deeds, with a short voice, "Forget it, I don't know. If you can hear it, don't move, I'm afraid of disconnecting."

I immediately stood still, not daring to take a step, my breath was slightly disordered because of this unexpected situation.

"Don't move." He still reminded.

"Pick up your phone, open the memo, and write it down. This is my phone number, and you can also find my WeChat."

A smile swept across my face, and I was overwhelmed by the large pink-orange surprise hijab. The surroundings became extremely quiet, and all I could hear was his voice and the movement of my heartbeat.

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