I like to use the city to describe my mood. When I am tired, it is Beijing. When I am extremely tired, it is still Beijing.
I met Xu Ying on the train. For twenty-eight hours, most of the time we were relatively speechless.
What does that look like?
Xu Ying said with a smile,... Maybe, it doesn't look like anything.
I got on a plane heading south alone, two years later.
Someone came over and held my hand.
... You know?
Beijing has the sea.
Beijing once had a sea.
About Beijing Youhai:
1. This story is not fictional, but I am not sure of its authenticity either.
2. I often think about heavy things to make myself feel relaxed, so this story doesn't look too pleasant.
3. When I write articles, I look at reality with my eyes, and I often deceive myself.
4. Also, I have never written copy that can clearly understand the plot, but I also won't make nonsense of literature and art.
5. Finally, for all readers who can still tolerate me, please leave a message.
Conception: