Now I am 25 years old. Work hard for a petty bourgeoisie life like others.
In fact, I have long forgotten my college days.
But one day I saw the hurried back of a long-haired woman at the airport. That figure made me feel a little dazed.
The night I rushed back to Beijing, Lan Fei dragged me to Chang'an Street to celebrate the successful bid for the Olympics. The enthusiasm of the people around me seemed familiar. I suddenly remembered that I once had such passion. I thought of her too.
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