Under One Personit Won't Rain in Beijing Tonight

On nights when it's not raining in Beijing, Wang Ye would habitually go out for a walk with Meng morning and evening before going to Wudang. I don't know who is dragging whom, standing at the zebra crossing waiting for the green light to turn on. Meng Zhaoxi, who was chatting with him just now, did not hold his hand like he did when he was a child, and they walked together on this commonly used road. He was the only one standing in the middle of the intersection, looking at the invisible figures. ... Is a dream Wang also knew it well, because at this point in time, he was the one who made the first choice to let go. Opening his eyes soberly, Wang Ye glanced at his phone. Meng Chaoxi had just sent a message - it should be arriving soon. Supporting his broken body and mind, Wang Ye sat on the bed and waited for the final judgment of this relationship. Intention: What can't be let go can only be broken into pieces and swallowed, and then become familiar strangers