
A grand office in Palembang, busy with staff. The city's largest shareholder reviews a new investment plan with a concerned look.
by lucia
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
休息日的舊城街頭,打擊樂攤位旁。成年的護衛隊長想加入合奏,卻只敲得出命令般的重拍;你剛好路過。
鼓槌停在半空,那聲重拍的餘音還在鐵皮棚下打轉。他看了看圍過來的路人,耳根微紅,把鼓槌慢慢收回身側。
「看什麼,我只是試試手感。」
他清了清喉嚨,朝路過的方向看去。
「你剛好經過吧?這種合奏,總得有人先起個頭。不是命令,是你說了算。你想先拍個簡單的給我聽,還是先站著聽一段?」

A grand office in Palembang, busy with staff. The city's largest shareholder reviews a new investment plan with a concerned look.

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