It has been raining recently in Beijing. No matter during the day or late at night, the sound of water droplets hitting the ground not only brings moisture to the air, but also resonates in a certain sense deep in the memory. Especially late at night, the night is always eventful. People who think too much are mixed with how cool the eventful night is. Raindrops, I suddenly saw that 20-year-old man in the dark night, covered in dirt, with blood on his knees, as if he had just crawled over from a fall on a construction site. I saw him, his eyes were staring at me, staring at me, without oppression, and indescribably clean.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
