Wen Qing wrapped her gray coat tightly around her body, held an umbrella and walked quickly towards the subway station in the wind and snow.
She was twenty-nine years old this year.
Jay Chou sang in the headphones——
"Stepping on the snow, I walked a long way without realizing it.
Going around in a circle, I lit up a cigarette rebelliously..."
She lowered her head and buried her face in her scarf, her thoughts racing.
A black car sped by.
The next line of the song was playing in the car——
"Winter without you,
I will keep singing and singing,
Until you show up. "
Zhou Chenqiao looked at the time.
December 20th, his birthday.
The two passed each other.
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