The Sky Scratched by Wings
by Ge Hong
About This Novel
For a long time, I didn't want to recall the days when I first arrived in Shanghai, because I was down and out in those days. But those colorful buses still appear in front of me from time to time, and I can still hear the deep complaints made by their wheels on the hot asphalt road and the long or short sighs conveyed by their horns. I can still see my shiny jeans again and again, stained with the tired dust of running around. When it got dark, I rushed to the hotel. The hotel was in a hidden corner of Yangpu. There are always a group of girls wearing bright makeup standing on both sides of the path leading to the hotel. They always appear in the evening, and when you pass them, you must receive their looks of disdain, indifference, or a little sympathy. The smell of perfume and sweat from their bodies plays unbridled in the air, making a headache-inducing sound.
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