Therefore, the arrival of love is the falling of rain, the lingering accumulation of clouds and mist for a long time, and it falls at the right time.
Chunlan Cup World Professional Go Championship 1994.10.25 It was already very cold in Beijing at the end of the month, and the autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves, which made it even more desolate. Cui Ze stood outside the hotel and took out a cigarette. His mood was quite unsettled tonight, thinking that after the game tomorrow, he might take Deshan around Beijing. If Deshan had work, he would make it clear on the way back. Whether it was because of his mood or the wind, the cigarette in his hand was never lit. Cui Ze turned sideways and lit the cigarette with his back slightly bent. As the flames faded, he caught a glimpse of Deshan sitting in the hall.
Concept: The positive and warm life of the little people in Ssangmun-dong