The first restaurant in Jiangcheng Street is also known as Shiyan.
There was a landlady who had a single name.
Customers who are able to smoke at that time are destined to have a story that cannot be told.
A transaction, a fate, a lovesickness.
What you want to exchange for is not money or rights, but the most precious things that you are unwilling to let go of.
How many times have the people I met in Shiyan sacrificed their most precious things to seek for something better.
And she never understood where the word came from.
The fireworks of time are just like those who don't know how to walk in the fireworks of the world.