"Maybe when the past becomes the past, a person can still cling to their memories and get by," Lei Xiang thought.
It was a gloomy morning in early November, overcast and foggy. In his memories, people described the northern winters as dry and cold, but after Lei Xiang came to this city, he realized that wasn't so. This city, at the heart of the country's mainland, was easier to get used to than he'd imagined. Sometimes, a light rain even drifted down through the mist, evoking scenes from his childhood.
"At least it hasn't started raining today." Lei Xiang sat on the bus with his headphones on, listening to music and watching the streets pass by. Somehow, his thoughts drifted to the past.
Maybe it was because those skyscrapers had gone from things he imagined to things right before his eyes. What he'd once longed for and looked forward to had become ordinary, while things he'd once thought insignificant now seemed to be where he found happiness.
The song floated faintly and intermittently in his ears. Lei Xiang closed his eyes, hoping to doze for a little while.
Theme: The story of a few people from the generation that came of age in the late 1990s
