On the day of Lidong, the meteorological station issued a warning. The temperature plummeted, and the wind left their faces red.
Xia Er and You Shu stood frozen in front of the old shelves in the corner shop, facing each other for the first time.
Over the last bundle of old-fashioned red candles.
Xia Er looked up and saw cold, irritated eyes shaded by a black baseball cap.
The small town of Lidao was like something from the 1990s. Even power cuts came without warning.
The shopkeeper took a slow drag on his cigarette, glanced over, and called to the tall boy, "A Shu, don't fight the new girl for them. Come over here and make do with me."
The boy said nothing, just curled his lip, turned around, and tossed her the candles.
Later, in the rented room lit by the faint glow of a candle,
Xia Er snuffed out the spoils she'd once won and bit down hard on You Shu's lips.
The boy held her by the waist, laughing recklessly.
"Xia Er, put your back into it."
- From blushing cheeks to bloodshot eyes.
Theme: Be your endless mountain
