Maybe a few years later, the two met on the roadside. As they passed each other, he held the cigarette in his hand tightly and used one finger to outline a square line. The auspicious pattern of blue and white flowers on the lotus branches is still there. For a moment, their eyes intertwined, and then separated.
Maybe a few years later, there will be a new neighbor who moves into the room next to Qi Shaoshang. He likes to wear white shirts, hold his fingers reserved, and play a song called MY WAY.
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