It was a bookstore located on the bank of Qishui River. It was named after wine and took its true meaning of drunkenness - a restaurant.
When the world is so strange that only each other is left, we peel off the magnificent alienation and see ourselves in each other's eyes.
And this world has distinct colors.
That person is a deep ink, just using cinnabar to touch up the charming smile on the corners of his lips, but that person is a gorgeous red, a Danxia sunken to the bottom of the lake, and no matter how cold the waves are, it can't hide the brilliance in the heart.
It took eight years to write eight words, and then it took them a lifetime to remember them. This is their story:
With the harp and harp at your disposal, it's best to be quiet.