An Qi thought again about the boy who sent the postcard. Now he should probably say he was a man. He couldn't remember his face and appearance, but he remembered him as a clean and gentle young man. .
Ding bell...
The phone in the room rang suddenly, interrupting his thoughts, but he was leaving tomorrow and he didn't want to have anything to do with this place anymore. Waiting for the phone call to be disconnected, An Qi took a long drag on her cigarette, thinking that after returning to China, it might be time to visit this old classmate who paid silent attention to her.
What's that person's name? .
An Qi thought hard and seemed to see the young man smiling slightly shyly under the magnolia tree again. In a clean and soft voice, he introduced himself warmly:.
"My name is Ye Ran, Ye Ziye, then Ran."