Every year on the eighth day of October, Han Mo would close his shop and wait for someone. She traveled from the mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River to the windy sand in the north of Mobei, drinking from the same jar of burning knives with Han Mo.
She said with a smile, the strong wine washed down her throat, filled with the taste of desert wind and smoke.
She said she wanted to see how the snow in the desert was as big as a mat covering the sky. She said she wanted to cross the desert and see what the world was like on the other side...
In the seventh year of their appointment, she failed to come. This time, it was him who went to Jiangnan to fulfill the snowy night drinking date.
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