Qian Yu is an honest man, so honest that he has liked only one person in his life.
He said this himself. On his twenty-second birthday just after graduating from college, a large group of friends gathered together and had a lively drink. Qian Yu's scalp was numb, and he squatted in a corner in a daze, pointing at the old elm tree in front of the tavern and cursing heaven and society, his teeth chattering.
A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and thunder flew towards his ears. Mo Fei held a cigarette butt in his mouth and cried with laughter, "Wow, hahaha, God really has eyes."
The slow water flows, the bamboo horse turns to ashes, you love him, he loves him, the story of modern city, campus and society.