
No. 5 Qingshi Lane
by Fangfei. Liu
About This Novel
Looking at Wu Shang walking in front, Ping Yi couldn't help but stretch out his hands to form a 'frame'. The man and the moment were frozen in the frame, like an oil painting. Against the background of dark green walls on both sides of the corridor, the back of the white shirt looked dazzling and deep. Everything seemed to have been engraved by time, frame by frame, imprinted in a certain kind of predetermined waiting - he turned around, and at this moment - it was also engraved in his heart.
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Official(1)Scraped 24d ago
about him and him
It is difficult to explain what kind of people Yi Min and Wu Shang are. They each have contradictory and painful psychological journeys and experiences, but they are generous in giving each other the warmest and gentlest protection and companionship. They are colleagues, comrades-in-arms, friends, confidants, and the closest people. I'm thinking, maybe it's enough to have such a person by my side in the world. The happiest thing is a bowl of noodles face to face, or a cup of coffee, and when you look back you can see his face looking at you... Perhaps it is precisely because of these happy and ordinary moments that I originally intended to write this novel.
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Official(1)Scraped 24d ago
about him and him
It is difficult to explain what kind of people Yi Min and Wu Shang are. They each have contradictory and painful psychological journeys and experiences, but they are generous in giving each other the warmest and gentlest protection and companionship. They are colleagues, comrades-in-arms, friends, confidants, and the closest people. I'm thinking, maybe it's enough to have such a person by my side in the world. The happiest thing is a bowl of noodles face to face, or a cup of coffee, and when you look back you can see his face looking at you... Perhaps it is precisely because of these happy and ordinary moments that I originally intended to write this novel.







