Picking Up Fragments-Chapter 312: Slowly Falling for You

"I just kissed you, and you liked it too, right? Otherwise, why would you keep holding my hand so tightly? You said you really wanted to take me back to your hometown—green tiles, red bricks, willow trees, and moss. The past and present look the same. You said you would be like that too..."

These lyrics didn’t sound like a rhyming song but more like a romantic love letter. Find exclusive stories on novelbuddy

A confession from a boy to the girl he likes—sweet and affectionate, with every word filled with his deep love for her.

As Jiang Siming’s gentle singing reached everyone’s ears, a warm and romantic emotion spread in their hearts.

There were many couples on Liberation Monument Road, and as they heard this song, they couldn’t help but stop and watch.

Many who heard the song from afar quickly followed the melody to get closer.

The number of people stopping to listen had long surpassed thirty, but the production team didn’t interrupt Jiang Siming. Instead, they quietly chose to continue listening.

Such a beautiful song—they couldn’t bear to cut it off. They had to hear it to the end!

At this moment, the piano slowed down again!

This was entirely different from normal songs, where the chorus typically speeds up and intensifies.

But in Jiang Siming’s song, the chorus slowed down, like the chimes of an old church clock, where the bell strikes slowly at noon.

"Slowly falling for you, slowly getting closer, slowly talking about ourselves, slowly walking together with you. Slowly, I want to be with you, slowly give myself to you..."

As soon as this chorus began, the entire crowd was stunned!

Even though Jiang Siming’s voice wasn’t particularly high or powerful, and it lacked the usual energetic appeal of upbeat songs...

On the contrary, this slow-paced chorus, like a turtle’s steps, carried an impact that most fast songs couldn’t achieve.

An absolutely stunning chorus!

This song, performed in a slow rhythm and sung softly, made listeners feel as if they were immersed in a fresh and romantic love story—like the sweetness of first love, or the devotion of a passionate relationship.

The repeated "slowly" grew stronger each time, more touching with every line.

In this fast-paced world, slow living and a slow rhythm have become a luxury.

If one could hold their partner’s hand, watch the sunrise, and enjoy the evening breeze, how beautiful would that be?

This song attracted more and more people, quickly filling the entire street.

It had a magical effect—causing people who had been walking fast to slow their pace, as if their restless hearts had been injected with a calming agent.

"Slowly falling for you, slowly recalling memories, slowly staying with you, slowly growing old together. Because slowly... is the best reason..."

After finishing the first part, Jiang Siming suddenly stopped singing.

When he turned his head, he was startled—so many people!

The director was getting anxious. This guy was torturing the audience—singing just one part? What about the next verse?

This was like pulling down someone’s pants only to say you had something urgent to do!

"Bro, your singing is amazing!"

"Hey man, what song is this?"

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"Keep singing, we haven’t heard enough!"

"Handsome guy, do you need a girlfriend? I fell in love with you at first sight~"

Faced with the questions and pleas from passersby, Jiang Siming smiled and said, "I was doing a task, and now that it’s complete, I won’t be singing for now. You can listen to the full version online later."

"Brother, are you Ming Shen?!" Someone recognized Jiang Siming.

Jiang Siming did not deny it and nodded with a smile.

"Wow, you’re really Ming Shen!"

"Ming Shen, I’m a fan of yours! I love playing PUBG, and you’re my idol!"

"Me too! I’ve been listening to your songs lately!"

"Who is Ming Shen?"

"You don’t know? Haven’t you heard ’Luzhou Moon’ and ’Zou Ma’? He sang those!"

"Damn, that’s awesome!"

Jiang Siming chatted with them briefly before quickly slipping away. He ran up to the program team and asked, "Where’s the information?"

The director looked at him resentfully and said, "Couldn’t you have just finished the whole song?"

"In your dreams. Just wait for the full version." Jiang Siming said proudly.

The director had no choice but to hand over the information.

Jiang Siming took a look, and it read: **[Lei Jiayin’s location: 8 kilometers away at the 2 Yuan Supermarket in Hongya Cave]**

"What the hell? Why do I need Lei Jiayin?" Jiang Siming was speechless.

The director smirked, feeling like he had finally gotten some revenge.

"This information is randomly assigned, and everyone gets random clues."

"Is there only one prop in each location?" Jiang Siming asked.

"Yes."

With that answer, Jiang Siming decisively chose to head to Hongya Cave. Staying here was pointless—Lei Jiayin might even have information on Reba’s location.

But as he tried to leave, a crowd of fans who recognized him surrounded him. With no other choice, Jiang Siming signed autographs for them one by one.

It went on for over ten minutes without stopping. Seizing an opportunity, Jiang Siming quickly sneaked away.

He hailed a cab and headed to Hongya Cave.

Lei Jiayin was rummaging through the supermarket, trying to find something. His task was to locate an envelope hidden inside by the program team, which contained information.

By the time Jiang Siming arrived, Lei Jiayin had just found the envelope.

Seeing Jiang Siming, Lei Jiayin immediately turned and tried to run.

"Why are you running? I have to challenge you! It’s the rule," Jiang Siming shouted at Lei Jiayin.

"You want to play rock-paper-scissors with me?" Lei Jiayin said helplessly.

The task had a rule: if another team found you, they had the right to challenge you to rock-paper-scissors, and each round was worth ten yuan...

"That’s right. But if you let me take a look at the envelope, I’ll let you go," Jiang Siming said.

"Dream on. Rock-paper-scissors it is! But don’t play for just ten yuan—let’s go for fifty!" Lei Jiayin was inexplicably confident.

Jiang Siming agreed without hesitation.

The game began!

"Rock, paper... scissors!"

Jiang Siming threw out rock, while Lei Jiayin threw scissors.

"Again! I’ll owe you the fifty for now." Lei Jiayin refused to believe it and continued playing.

But after five rounds, he lost every single one!

He could hardly believe his hands—how could he lose every time?

"Again, again! I don’t believe it!" Lei Jiayin was hopping mad.

Jiang Siming grinned and said, "Do you even have any money left to lose? You already owe me 250. Time to settle the debt."

"Fine, fine!" Lei Jiayin fished through his pockets. He had a total of 260 yuan, and after giving Jiang Siming 250, he only had ten left.

"Looks like you don’t have enough, Brother Jiayin," Jiang Siming said, holding back his laughter.

Lei Jiayin was both angry and helpless. "Then let’s switch to ten yuan rounds!"

"Alright."

"Rock, paper... scissors!"

Jiang Siming won again, using scissors to cut Lei Jiayin’s paper.

"This is impossible!" Lei Jiayin couldn’t believe it—six losses in a row. How bad could his luck be?

"Brother Jiayin, I forgot to mention—I’ve never lost at rock-paper-scissors."

Jiang Siming said smugly.

Of course, it wasn’t about luck. If it were, Jiang Siming had always been notoriously unlucky.

He was simply using his mind to predict what Lei Jiayin would throw in advance, allowing him to win every time.