Autumn 2012
If one day I have to leave, I hope people will remember that you and I once walked through Beijing together.
I packed my luggage and carried it all by myself from the Workers' Stadium to Xidan. At Xidan Station, I gently placed it in front of the familiar old man. When the subway enters the station, the wind blows, and it seems that you can hear your favorite song, but unfortunately it is not you. Wan Baicheng, I'm sorry, I have to leave Beijing where you are not here.
Things change.
There was a silver lock hanging on the luggage bag with Wan engraved on it.