Qinglan

The moment Qing Lan blew out a puff of smoke, the world suddenly changed. There was no longer a steady flow of traffic in front of her, there was no towering Huaiyuan Gate on the opposite side, and the sun was not waiting for her across the road. Everything is gone. A gust of wind blew, and a few leaves blew over and swept over the legs of her jeans. The sun shone unobstructed and hit Qinglan's eyes, making her dizzy for a moment. This is a deep alley, with green bricks covered with moss, and the garbage scattered on the ground exudes a sour and unpleasant smell in the air. A foraging wild cat raised its head from the garbage, glared at her as if it was dissatisfied with her sudden interruption, and then continued to look for food. Qing Lan lowered his head, puffed hard on his cigarette, and watched the wild cat tearing apart a piece of rotten cabbage. Five minutes later. The wild cat walked away with satisfaction. Qinglan threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it, and uttered a few words through gritted teeth: "Damn it, I actually wore it..."