Liang got married when he was twenty-two years old. At that time, his wife was already three months pregnant with the fetus.
Many people are surprised that Liang is not like the unruly friends around him, but compared to these young people with colorful love lives, he is probably the first to become a father because of his restraint.
Time was as fast as someone tearing off a section of the calendar, and it jumped to the present in an instant - Liang opened his eyes, and his wife was sleeping next to him, and his rising and falling breathing sounded more like some kind of ocean tide.
The bedroom curtains let in hazy light, which is the humid April sunshine in Tokyo. Liang has experienced many different springs in many countries, but only the spring in Tokyo - from March to April, when the cherry blossoms bloom like a sea - can let him experience some delicate sadness in the bright spring scenery. Liang feels that this may be the flow of Something in the blood of this nation is at work, like the unconsciousness that Freud said, and it's also like the country's most precious writers. The stories they write are as hazy as the spring humidity, with a hint of lingering sadness.
Liang was awake, leaning sideways, his eyes fixed on the watch on the bedside, watching the second hand jump back one by one.
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