"The lights were really bright at that time, making the whole street sparkle, reminiscent of the blue river in the musician's dream... I hope my flashy words will not offend you. If you can't come to Chicago, this is a heartbreaking thing. I miss you very much. Say hello to my family at home. I can't write anymore. Mrs. Gary is waiting for me on the four-wheeler. I look forward to your reply."
He remembered this letter just like he remembered a fork in the road in his life. He had long forgotten how he felt at that time. He could only think about it and say that this was probably the reason why he came to Chicago.
He always remembered those blue eyes, lingering in those eyes, the singing and dancing in Chicago, the boring salons, and the miraculous crowd carnival that filled the sky.
He put those eyes behind him.
For many years after that, he kept thinking about it, but what he could never picture was those blue sleeping eyes.
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Partial epistolary style 20th century European style short stories bl fictional short stories first person
At that time, everything was too confusing, and no one could recognize their own heart clearly.
Purpose: Seize the important things in life