On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, I saw a bridge, a water, and a town in the misty rainy south of the Yangtze River. There are willows beside the bridge, there is a gentle breeze and drizzle, and the swallows are whispering. There is a monument under the tree: There is no need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle. At that time, Guang seemed unable to remember many things, but also seemed to remember many things. He looked back at his partner, his bright eyes seeing far away across the bridge, the water, the town, and the mist.
He could finally get rid of this guy. Just thinking about it made him feel extremely calm and excited. After taking a deep breath, he opened his mouth and prepared to tell the biggest decision of his life. At that same moment, he heard Liang say, "I want to stay here."
After that day, no one in the world heard any news about Guangming again.
After that day, the small town in Jiangnan had its first policeman and opened its first bank.