The salty wind that penetrated the coast was unable to carry him through.
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Lin Zheng uploaded a photo and then typed a series of words on the keyboard.
[Looking for person, time: autumn of 1998, Yancheng West Bank Botanical Garden, the boy in the white shirt on the side of the photo]
After the transmission was successful, he shut the computer with a bang and hopelessly.
Taking a sip from the cigarette, I looked carefully at the blurred and yellowed original photo on my fingertips under the light.
Lin Yan's eyes were filled with deathly silence.
——The Internet failed to respond to him, but many years later, he found a sentence lightly written in regular script with a pencil in the corner of the original film.
[I am Brother Du from the autumn of 1998, goodbye Xiaozheng.
Staring at the familiar font, Lin Zhen, who had always been strong and domineering, suddenly felt tears streaming down his face with trembling hands as he moved towards the forever vacant spot beside the bed.
Intention: There is no do-over in life
