The Next Vince Palmer

Beside him, a child squatted.

The child was extremely beautiful.

He was a little boy, but he had red lips, white teeth, and eyelashes longer than a doll's.

He was Segundo.

At this moment, Segundo was staring at the man without moving. After staring at him for a long time, Segundo said, "He looks like me." Segundo touched his face, then changed his words. "Actually, I look like him." Tonight, he had come to sing with Sixto. He had inadvertently seen this man.

The man was drinking.

When he had first seen this man, Segundo felt that he looked familiar. How come he felt like he had seen him somewhere before?

He had thought and thought, but even after pondering it for a long time, he couldn't think of a reason.

In the end, he had gotten a headache.

Segundo had gone to the bathroom to wash his face and make his head feel less painful.

As a result, he had seen his reflection in the mirror in the bathroom.