It happened to be the summer of 1999 when Qin Yuan met A Xia
In the last year of the 20th century, the tram slowly moved across the track, with lights flashing along the street. It was like a hallucination that flashed through the mind after smoking marijuana. The pleasure was like a tide, and the shaking of the tram was exhausting.
Axia was holding her guitar, leaning on her seat and falling asleep. Qin Yuan had just gotten down from someone else's job. After drinking, he smelled of alcohol and his suit became wrinkled.
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