TO SHOU WITH LOVE

61 - THE PAST

A trace of astonishment crossed Sailub’s face, almost unsure how to react.

Before this moment, he had never imagined that the person Thanapon was talking about was actually himself.

Memories surged forth like bubbles rising to the surface of a shaken bottle of soda, the long-forgotten summer night from ten years ago, now emerging with faint, fragmented bursts.

Ten years ago, in Ramira, with that guitar and that boy…

It was a memory too distant.

At the age of nineteen, Sailub had not yet officially debuted.

He had only released a few original songs on his music page, attracting a small group of fans, but fame was still far away.

Majoring in cello was quite dull, every day was either practicing or studying various classical music genres and music theory.

So during his freshman year, he lived a simple and ascetic life.

As the final exams approached, the pressure from his major professors intensified, and Sailub’s rebellious thoughts grew stronger.

So when the invitation to the Ramira Music Festival came, he didn’t even look at his schedule.

Without thinking, he agreed to the invitation. If he didn’t go out and have some fun to let off steam, he felt he would go crazy.

His good friend, Lee Asre, was studying arts management at the time.

During that period, he suddenly became obsessed with the hairdressing business, eagerly dyeing his hair in various extravagant colors.

From a distance, he looked like a colorful rooster.

Fortunately, he had a decent appearance, and up close, he could barely pass for a handsome rooster.

When he learned that Sailub was going to perform at the music festival, he insisted on using all his skills to give Sailub a suitable hair color for the performance.

Despite Sailub’s several attempts to decline, he finally had to give in.

Unexpectedly, Uncle Tao’s performance that time exceeded expectations.

After a series of bizarre coloring operations, he actually dyed Sailub’s hair into a quite beautiful gray-blue color, which was a peak achievement for Uncle Tao’s hairdressing career—As for it fading into green after a wash, that’s another story.

Although this gray-blue color was quite beautiful, it was still a bit striking.

Sailub wore a baseball cap before setting out.

Ramira was not too far from Bangkok. It took four hours by high-speed train.

After getting off the train, there was still some time before the performance started.

Sailub rented a convertible sports car and drove around the old city area nearby.

Passing by a music store, he caught a glimpse of a guitar displayed in the window, red and quite beautiful.

So he parked the car, got out, and walked into the shop.

At the entrance, a boy was squatting there, lightly strumming an old guitar leaning against the door.

Although it wasn’t a complete song, it played a very light rhythm.

This scene made Sailub feel a bit cute, so he couldn’t help but take a few more glances when he walked in.

The salesperson warmly greeted him and asked what kind of guitar he needed.

“Just looking at guitars,” Sailub said, stepping into the shop.