When I saw him again, he was dressed in white, and he looked like he was attending a funeral. I hadn't seen him for a few years, and I felt that he had become thinner and taller. I saw him leaning sideways against the wall, surrounded by the noise of people coming and going. He lowered his head and lit a cigarette in his right hand, but he didn't smoke it and let the cigarette burn slowly. After a while, the cigarette butt burned his fingers. He suddenly flicked it and it fell to the ground. Stamp it out with your right foot, then stroll and light a new cigarette with all your heart, and then let it sway the smoke in the wind. If it weren't for the surrounding environment and the pedestrians coming and going at the airport, it would be hard to imagine that such a figure can be so harmonious in such a noisy environment... Among so many people, it can still affect my emotions at a glance, and I can't help but think of the past...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
