On August 17, 2015, the Bronze Gate opened on Changbai Mountain. Wu Xie, Pangzi, and the others came to bring Zhang Qiling home.
"You've gotten old," he said, looking at me.
Wu Xie held a cigarette between his lips and narrowed his eyes at the man before him. He looked exactly as he had ten years ago, wearing the same clothes as when they parted, just as cold and aloof as ever. His hair was a little longer, though. All right, not just a little: it reached his waist. Wu Xie thought, Damn, the first thing you do when you come out is tell me I've gotten old? Believe me, I'll make you regret it in no time.
Pangzi darted over from the side and patted the man's shoulder. "Bro, you just don't get it. It's called looking weathered. That's what young girls are into these days. If Little Wu hadn't been so faithful, he could've had enough kids by now to form a tomb-raiding squad."
"True enough, but who'd dare climb into Little Buddha Wu's bed now? Close your eyes, and your whole life passes by. Mute, wouldn't you say?" Black Glasses suddenly seemed to think of something and grinned lewdly.
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Don't Wu Xie and the others live in Hangzhou? His ancestral home is Changsha
I can't find the author on Weibo
Wow. I am from Wu Xie. Wow
Very well written! Ping Xie's character was accurately grasped, and it didn't collapse at all! Great article!
Damn, the chapter is locked T_T
Damn, when will you update?
Damn, when will you update?