Jie Yuhua often falls into a dream, a bizarre dream, night after night.
In the dream, there was a man whom I had never met before. He was wearing sunglasses and his smile was three-quarters deep and three-quarters light but also playful and uninhibited. On the tower, he walked towards me, like an old friend who had been with him for many years, standing just a few feet away, his body smelling of the scent of osmanthus flowers mixed with sunshine.
He opened his mouth to call his name, but he always woke up at this moment.
No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't remember whose name he wanted to call in the dream.
In other words, he didn't know the man's name.
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