If goodbye is to be separated and lost, eternity will be considered, to punish my seriousness, because I am too naive, how can I admit that you are the person I loved wrongly...
Weiman can no longer remember how long it has been since the beginning.
I only remember that in the winter of that year, a person quietly watched the river flowing eastward in the shining night of the three rivers, still suffering from the biting wind and cold. She was just a passer-by in this city, so she felt out of place and sad. The boss of the company still shouted in her ears, "If you have the skills, don't make a living here! You little girl." She couldn't get used to the rough tones of Jiangcheng people, and couldn't stand the boss's ugly, pig-like face, so she slammed the door and walked out!
I didn't cry, but my tears and snot turned the light makeup on my face into paste. I stood alone by the Yongjiang River, quietly from the afternoon until the lights were bright. The wind was bone-chilling. Weiman bit her lip and hugged her arms tightly. She stubbornly let the wind mess up her hair. Her cheeks were red from the cold, but she refused to leave.
How long it took from the beginning to now, Xiwen will always remember. That winter, his beloved Buick was sent to the 4S shop. By chance, in the sub-zero dusk, he wrapped himself in his windbreaker, walked in the wind, and walked to his place of work.
Crossing the Yongjiang Bridge and walking another fifty meters, you will find your home before midnight, the "8:30" style music bar, a trendy and alternative place in this city, luxurious and intoxicating.