The two metal blades of the scissors bite together, and the red silk is divided into two pieces.
Debris fell on the bluestone of Xiafei Road.
Applause sounded from all directions.
Shen Yuqing handed the golden scissors to the waiter holding the tray next to him.
Turn around and face the crowd of spectators.
His eyes swept across the third row on the left.
A middle-aged man wearing a gray felt hat stood next to the telephone pole, lowering the brim of his hat.
The rough index and middle fingers tapped on the edge of the hat brim.
One is long, two is short.
The Japanese city defense map will be transferred at nine o'clock tonight.
Shen Yuqing raised her right hand and straightened her temples.
The index finger clicked on the pearl hairpin.
Receive.
The two of them had no further communication. The middle-aged man turned around and blended into the crowd, and left quickly along the street where rickshaws and trams intersected.
