He walked over and called his name with joy and sorrow.
He responded vaguely, with a vain and uncomfortable attitude. Who is this guy? His eyes were so blurred that he could not clearly see the dejected man in front of him.
You... Don't remember me? The man's voice trembled quietly, and there was sadness and despair in his unbelievable eyes.
No... Haha, uh... Jiang Jiake hesitated and thought. The person in front of him looked familiar, but the chaos of alcohol pulled him into blank memories.
The man lowered his head slightly and smiled softly: Yes.
Before he could speak, the man melted into the crowd.
Jiang Jiake continued to wander on the road, numbly feeling the crowds of people.
Suddenly suffocated, he turned his head almost in panic: It's him! He has been looking for him, but why didn't he recognize him just now?
He moved through the crowd like a madman, like a furious beast.
He walked across the street, crossed the road, climbed over the steps, struggled on the ground and fell, a complete madman.
But he was nowhere to be found. Night came and the bustling crowd passed by.
Only the streets are left, like the traces of gray birds flying over, quiet.
Be quiet.