Ning Jing and I walked out of the cinema and walked along Wuhan Belle Square, one behind the other.
Jing Jing carried the small black leather bag on her left shoulder and walked forward slowly. Seen from behind, Ning Jing is not as beautiful in a suit as she is in a police uniform, and she looks very inconspicuous when walking with the women around her.
I stopped and took a cigarette from my pocket. It was Ms. Moore's. It was very sweet and had a medicinal smell of mint. Through the light blue smoke, I tried my best to restrain my desire to call, because I knew that even calling her would be in vain. Even if I kissed her crazily like when I watched the movie "The Wind" just now, so what?
My tears finally flowed out, one drop at a time. In my blurred vision, Tranquility continued to walk quietly, and soon disappeared into the bustling crowd.
Intention: If life were just like the first time we met