"Tang Qi, Tang Qi."
I heard someone calling me.
The voice was as ethereal as a dream.
Should I go back to Jie?
There is heavy fog all around, and the dream suddenly disappears.
I pushed through the clouds and mist and ran forward.
Deep in the clouds and mist are masses of light and shadow.
I struggled to catch it.
But still can't touch it.
In a daze, I saw the foggy light and shadow clearly.
"Tang Qi."
Huang Liang woke up from a dream.
That was us that year.
Concept: first-person story of ordinary people