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Before the graduation assignment bugle sounded, Wu Yuan followed Xu Aiping to his hometown. At this moment, Wu Yuan was very anxious. Her unspeakable expectations and hesitations became even more clueless because of the light rain along the way. She was leaning on the running train. The dark green train car was a bit messy, but the branches and leaves extending outside the window stretched into the car so wildly. This summer in southern Shaanxi really came a little too wildly. There was only this cool air, because it had been raining for a long time, and the wind carried a cool breath. On the mirror of the train car, a drop of water condensed in a moment. Wu Yuan is twenty-one years old, what will her youth be like? What will her love be like? She doesn't know. At this moment, she was just casually fantasizing about Xu Aiping and the golden city that Xu Aiping had mentioned.

A road in Shanghai stretches quietly. Shen Yingying was walking on the road. At an intersection, a dark path. And because the avenue was cut, the lights dimmed instantly. Shen Yingying finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her entire shoulder was numb from holding her hand for so long. Looking back, I saw that the road we had traveled was so magnificent that it could be called gorgeous. The splendor came to an end here, leaving Shen Yingying a dim road to walk on. However, she can find safety here. The night is getting thicker, and the small store here is simple and friendly. A middle-aged man brought a box lunch to the middle-aged woman who was guarding the store. It could be called warm. Shen Yingying smacked her lips secretly. Today she experienced something extremely embarrassing.

It is said to be the lovesickness of the distant sea, or the sadness of the lonely autumn. I cannot tell you your name, so let me keep this secret tightly! What can make a weather-beaten woman throb again? It must be just that: innocence. Yes, although she is twenty-nine years old and has been married once, there is no doubt that she is just like a twenty-year-old girl, still waiting for the romance that may come: drinking wine late at night, traveling to the polar regions, at an uninhabited station, they got lost, and then set up a small red clay stove to cook tea and listen to poetry. Everything can only be a fantasy. In such a realistic city, men are busy making money, and women are also busy making money. Men want to make money to develop their careers, and women want to make money to dress themselves up.