Wedge
On December 30, 2017, Yu An went to Tokyo alone.
The streets were full of pedestrians, their voices deliberately lowered. The red light came on, and office workers stopped uniformly and looked ahead. The green light flashed, and people walked over without fighting or scrambling, almost in unison.
As the New Year approaches, the commercial streets take on a new look.
A song with an erratic rhythm was randomly played from the speaker on the roadside. The lead singer's voice was hoarse and hoarse.
Yu An picked out many souvenirs, large and small, and weighed the preferences of the young and old of the Shi family, for fear of disappointing anyone.
Receiving gifts is a happy thing, but if you happen to receive something you don't like, it will make the recipient feel reluctant and add an unwanted favor.
It's better not to take anything back.
Finally, she thought of Song Xun.
What does Song Xun like?
His stubborn voice seemed to appear in my ears again, and he said, I like you.
With a childish face and pale fingers, the man smiled at her and walked towards those dark futures.
Yu An secretly cursed: "How cunning."
At the end of the commercial street is a crossroads. People walked around Yu An and followed their own paths.
Finally, a snowflake fell on her nose, and the cold touch reached her nerves.
In the years, a girl ran across the snow, sneakily squatted in the corner of the iron gate, and wrote two small words.
He covered his face and smiled, "What are you writing?"
Looking back, the world is so gentle.