A puff of smoke passed through two people's lungs.
On the streets of Hong Kong, neon lights flash, and the streets are filled with the smell of prosperity and retro. What we saw in front of us overlapped with Chongqing, which was covered in a layer of smog that could not be shaken off. The smoke of fireworks and the sunset reflected each other beside the Jialing River. Yu Qingqing suddenly thought of her distant hometown. At this time, wearing so little clothing in the Northeast would probably freeze her ears off.
Northeast, northeast somewhere.
Harbin.
Um. I haven't been back for a few years.
Forgot, I went to Hong Kong in 2016.
Never went back?
Um.
Go back and have a look. After watching her smoke her last cigarette, he said slowly. Yu Qingqing didn't raise her head, kicking the cigarette butts on the ground. The street lamp illuminated her frizzy hair, and green smoke often rose under the warm yellow light.
Well, let's go. She picked up the guitar and didn't look back.
In fact, the only thing that accompanied her through the four seasons was the electric guitar.
Intention: Reality that is true and not false