Lin Qing met Xu Yu for the first time in a cold and dilapidated room. He was sitting on a rattan chair. The cigarette in his hand was glowing scarlet and he asked the person next to him: "The daughter of the note?"
The second time I saw him was in a bar, there was a woman in Xu Yu's arms. It seemed that he had been drinking a lot, and he was too far away to hear what the person in his arms said. All he could see was that his eyelashes were trembling slightly, still indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed in a beautiful arc.
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Two years later, on her birthday, Lin Qing left her friends who were celebrating her birthday and came to the river alone. She shouted with red eyes: "Xu Yu, I miss you."
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Purpose: They keep their names anonymous and are not seeking fame or fortune. They stand on the front lines of darkness, just to be in the light for us. They, their relatives and friends were so threatened that they could not even erect a monument after their sacrifice. Salute to the anti-narcotics police! Salute to all heroes!