After Jiang Yanqing finished eating, he got off the table and walked to the yard to eat.
The light and shadow in the yard overlapped, and the evening breeze was cool and comfortable. The evening breeze blew Jiang Yanqing's fluffy hair, covering Jiang Yanqing's forehead in fine pieces. Jiang Yanqing was wearing a black jacket. He was not too tall, but not too tall either. Wearing a short and wide coat, people could tell at a glance that he was not fat, and he somehow managed to walk, so he walked out and it was getting dark. He had to go back quickly, otherwise he would suffer from night blindness later. So he speeded up his return journey.
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"Pfft, it hurts... I'm sorry." Jiang Yanqing accidentally bumped into someone... The darkness of the sky made him unable to adapt. He was too eager to return the way he came. He didn't know why there was a man in the black shadow ahead. A man in a black trench coat stood by the road. Blocking Jiang Yanqing's view.
The coldness of being in a superior position and not stained by the worldly world is something that no one can be stained by. It seems to smell good
"It's okay." A hoarse voice came to mind in my ears, and it sounded like I had a cold.
Jiang Yanqing raised his eyes and took a look. This man was wearing a mask and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses frames. Even if Jiang Yanqing didn't see his face clearly, he could feel that this man was at least half a head taller than Ye Jingsheng and that he was radiating coldness.
Jiang Yanqing stood there and stared at the man. When the man noticed, he raised his head and looked puzzled at why the man hadn't left yet.
Intention: The encounter of youth, the meaning of old age