Chen Cheng has been doing this for a long time, so long that he almost forgot his name. ,
The wind is a bit cool tonight, carrying a unique autumn smell, such as rotten leaves and frozen earth. He stood under the streetlight, seemingly holding a cigarette in his hand.
NOKO, white smoke with carvings like technical products. It looks like weathered bones.
He shouldn't be standing in such a bright place. This gentle light not only hurt his eyes, but also gave him a feeling of loneliness.
"Chen Cheng." Someone called him.
He turned his head, he knew that person, yes, he had a handsome face, tall height, and pale and slender skin. It's all so familiar. It's exactly the same as in the photo, but now it seems a little different.
Yes, Chen Cheng thought, he didn't tell him the name, or no one remembered the name.
But it didn't matter. Chen Cheng walked out from under the halo of the street lamp and threw away the cigarette he was holding.
It doesn't matter, this is the last one.
Chen Cheng still smiled. It was the most valuable thing about him. Countless people died under this smile.
He walked towards the man.
He left the halo and walked towards the alley at the corner.
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