Winter in Montreal is extremely long, from the first snow in November to the last snow in May, which never ends easily, making people feel cold.
The "pits full of pits" mentioned by the old immigrants and the sky-high-priced villas in Mount Royal combine to form an ordinary capitalist city.
In recent years, foreign capital has gradually flowed in, and the arrival of overseas, especially Chinese, has injected some vitality into the so-called Little Paris of North America. Buildings are rising one after another in the city center. Of course, it has nothing to do with most people.
I am 32 this year. Suddenly one day I was inspired to write a story. The story is very ordinary, more of a one-man show. The ending of this story has already happened, it is BE, and there is no chance of reunion. If everything goes well, there won't even be a sequel.
I was less than 23 when I met her, and just turned 25 when she left. When I tell the story line to today, this story may really end.
I sometimes think of you and my years at Sheffield, but I only remember and miss you who loved me and myself who loved you at that time.
Concept: A short story of my life