Tang Jiu met a man when he was nineteen years old. He was wearing a gray leather jacket with stubble and a cigarette in his mouth. The wind blew his hair a little messy, and he looked like a big shot in a Hong Kong movie.
He does not live like a person of this era, but he is so suitable for this old long street.
He told her: "Time cannot grow flowers, but love can."
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