Singing at Qianfan Bar after going through many years × Freelance writer who carries a heavy load
# Mutual Attack #Broken Mirror Reunion #Bar resident singer first person
The first time I met Shan Jiu, he was sixteen and I was seventeen.
Under the light and shadow of the setting sun, he stood alone, throwing the ball in a perfect arc on the basketball court.
I told him my name was Wu Huan.
I saw Shan Jiu again. He was twenty-six and I was twenty-seven.
In the dilapidated small building, he opened the fragrant kitchen door, wore dusty pajamas, and gave me a smile.
He said, make me a bowl of chicken soup.
The first time we parted, there was no goodbye.
The second time we parted, there was no hug.
Only tens of thousands of mountains were left blocking the middle of the road. I watched his back getting further and further away.
I packed my bags and followed him.
Intention: Reunion after breaking the mirror, life is guiltless, true love is priceless