What Avails This Beauty?

However, Qi Shejiang did actually agree to meet him. Zhang Yue buried his face in his scarf, with his hands in his pockets, and after a moment of humming, he extended his right hand, revealing a red envelope, which he handed to Qi Shejiang. “Thank you, do I have a red envelope too?” Qi Shejiang took the red envelope, somewhat uncertain of the etiquette; they were the same age, and he hadn’t brought any red envelopes himself, so how should he reciprocate? “Just take it. Come on, you’ve been abroad for so long and probably aren’t familiar with things here. I’ll take you out for some late-night snacks.” Seeing Qi Shejiang in person, Zhang Yue felt much better, no longer plagued by the earlier scratching of impatience. In front was a bustling commercial pedestrian street, brightly lit. Qi Shejiang even saw street performers playing guitars, and after the gentle strumming, familiar music echoed. It was Zhang Yue’s song “Autumn Water.” Groups of passersby stopped to listen, and Qi Shejiang couldn’t help but stop as well, standing on the periphery to enjoy the music. He turned to Zhang Yue and said, “It’s because of this song that I didn’t go too hard on you back then.” Zhang Yue: “……” Qi Shejiang: “Just kidding, it was actually because the TV station wouldn’t allow it.” Now, mentioning that time made Qi Shejiang feel like he wanted to die.