At the end of the alley, there is a tall camphor tree. There is a rocking chair under the camphor tree, and an old man in gray is lying on the chair. The old man was basking in the sun, and there was a tiger cat lying at his feet. They were both dozing lazily and basking in the sun.
Even I leaned gently against the wall of the alley and closed my eyes slightly. Qi Qianyin must have arrived at that woman's side now. Also basking in the sun, maybe drinking tea.
Qi Qianyin asked: "Why don't you speak?"
Even I didn't answer, still silent. Qi Qianyin, you don't know that if I say less to you now, I will miss you less in the future.
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