Li Yiquan leaned against the corner, deftly pulled out a cigarette from his sleeve, and started smoking. His eyes were blurry, and he felt that the memories were gradually disappearing from his memory. Time is rushing, and if you are not careful, it will kill your memory without hesitation and be swallowed up by the times. I am willing to be completely and completely killed by this unsuitable era, because the past time has already lived up to its kindness.
"Want a fire?" A shy-looking boy lowered his head and shook the lighter in his hand.
"Okay." Li Yiquan approached him and lit the cigarette with a faint light.
"Don't you see who I am?" The boy said with a smile.
Li Yiquan looked up tiredly.
"You are..." Li Yiquan stuttered a little.
He smiled subconsciously, knowing that the person who used to care about him was back. He hugged him tightly because he was moved. This feeling was like death. The excessive excitement left him speechless for a moment.
"I know." The boy chuckled foolishly. "Yes, I am back, my righteousness."
Intention: Looking forward to new milestones, building dreams is in progress.
