The language comes to the river at dusk, and the cold smoke falls alone.
The night is long and the bells and drums are beginning, and the stars are about to dawn.
A few years later.
Seaside.
In the evening, the sky is full of colorful clouds, dyeing the horizon red, reflecting the red sea surface, and the sea breeze blows from the distant horizon.
Jiang Mu lowered his eyes and toyed with the poster in his hand, folding it and taking it apart, folding it and folding it again. After repeating it several times, he broke the quiet twilight and said, "Why did you just meet me at that time?"
I don't know whether he was mumbling to himself or asking Chi Geng.
Chi Geng squinted his eyes, thought for a long time, and finally answered Jiang Mu's question: "Maybe, this is life."
The breeze from the sea blew through Chi Geng's hair, and the last ray of sunset from the sky shone on the beach.
Chi Geng took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled it, and said:
"It's my fate to fall in love with you."
There is always an encounter, a connection approved by God.
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Chi Geng, the arrogant and soft-hearted person
Concept: The feelings between people, the reality of contemporary Chinese middle-class society
