November 7th is the beginning of winter.
This is an ordinary day, but for me, an old woman in her forties, it is a special existence in the year.
On this day every year, I would close the bar before midnight, forcibly dismiss all the guests, and sit alone in the bar with the lights off until the early morning of November 8th.
Maybe you readers will say that I am pretentious. What kind of important day is the beginning of winter?
However, I want to say that this day is very, very important to me, so important that I can even forget my own birthday.
That was the day she and I parted.
My only best friend in this life——Dongxue
Therefore, the story I will tell next is about the encounter and separation between me and her.
To remember our lost youth years.
It can be regarded as a way for me to miss my friend who I don't know where he is now.