Jiang Yu couldn't remember the first time he met Dai Sirou. It was probably not long after returning to China.
I can't remember the day of the month or the day of the week.
It was raining continuously that night, and the streets were wet. He had just completed the admission procedures given by the old man, and several students called him over at the "X\\\\\\\\" group.
The road conditions in northern Beijing are always congested. The driver is driving in front, staring at the scenery outside the window in a daze in the back seat.
The red light in front of the intersection is very long, and wisps of drizzle tap on the glass windows, weaving into round drops of water.
Pedestrians on both sides of the street held umbrellas.
He seemed to have seen something and rolled down the window, but the car started to drive.
After that day he often had a dream.
In the dream, the swan has a long neck, dark feathers, and powerful wings.
She fluttered her wings and wanted to fly, but she was caught by metal wires. The more she struggled, the tighter they became.
Her body was covered with scars and blood was flowing.
She was born to be an ambitious black swan, but fate always played tricks on people. She was imprisoned in one cage after another throughout her life, forcing her to become a docile canary.
Intention: Looking back on the way we came, is love the only salvation?