The sun shone straight from the front, and a small halo of light reflected on the lenses. The middle-aged man opposite me snored regularly. Zino smiled and turned to look out the window.
Rows of withered birch trees quickly fell out of sight. Zino saw another version of himself on the car window, feeling a little sleepy. He suddenly remembered that Xiao's status last night had changed to: See you in Xi'an tomorrow.
On the first day of the new year, they ran to different places. How many times was this? No one can remember clearly.
Zino rested his head on the window lattice. He didn't know how long he had slept along the way. The car had already passed the Qinhuai line. An idea flashed in Zino's mind and he subconsciously took out his cell phone. Perhaps because he was too excited, the phone became unsteady and slid directly to the ground. Zino looked at the middle-aged uncle's feet with a look of confusion for a long time, wondering if he should bend down to pick it up.
For you. Sitting next to the middle-aged uncle was a man wearing a military coat. He had sharp edges and clear outlines. He had very short hair and spoke with an authentic Northeastern accent.
Thanks. Zino blushed instantly. He took the phone and stopped talking. After a while, he sent a text message: See you in Xi'an.