The street lamp is tall, and the light pouring down floats and spreads. The dust particles surge under the Tyndall effect. A small flying insect pounces into this light, collides, hovers, cannot leave, and cannot burn.
By accident, Yu Chao reached out his hand and slowly and carefully tugged on the corner of Jiang Yanxia's clothes, murmuring softly,
"Stay with me, okay..."
Jiang Yanxia turned around and looked at Yu Chao, stunned for a long time.
The accumulated courage, bewitched desires, and few passions gradually froze, shattered, and dissipated under the scrutiny of his gaze.
The breeze passing by woke me up from my dream, blew up the corners of my clothes, and swept through my hair, carrying a bit of his smell, which was the smell of tobacco mixed with lavender.
"Good"
…
"Jiang Yanxia, do you know about drowned fish?"
"Ah Chao, fish will not be drowned."
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Jiang Yanxia, but I am a drowned fish, falling into the sea where you left.
Intention: I use words to record and rewrite the past