Guo Zijin often stood on the city wall of Hejiang Gate, watching the rolling river water and thinking, if he sat in a wooden basin, could he follow the river water to Shanghai and take a look at the beautiful Oriental Pearl Tower in the textbook?
Many years later, on the top of a skyscraper in bustling Shanghai, Guo Zijin's white and slender fingers were elegantly holding a glass of red wine. He leaned lightly on the railing and looked at the Oriental Pearl Tower opposite. He seemed to be missing something or laughing at something.