The First Generation of Migrant Workers in Shenzhen

Is this the author's own story? It feels very good.

We are both from Shenzhen, so I have collected your books.

She was getting married. I drove 400 kilometers overnight and rushed to her downstairs. I saw the word "Happy" on her door downstairs and the lights in the room were still on. I didn't dare to disturb her. I took a few bottles of beer from the car and sat on a chair in the park downstairs of her house. After finishing the wine and smoking a pack of cigarettes, it was almost dawn. The whistle came from all the way. I knew what was coming next. Her car arrived, and today she was going to be someone else's bride. Unfortunately, the groom was not me. The convoy left, and I kept following behind. Suddenly, a text message came from my phone. It was... From her. She said, "Don't give it away. I will marry you in the next life. Forget me." That day, my heart hurt like countless needles. I cried and was very sad. Later, I heard from a friend that she had been watching me drinking and smoking from behind the curtain that night, and cried all night... I wish her happiness. Although the groom is not me, but the bride... I have loved... But I ran out of gas on the way back. Is there any friend who can support me for 98 gas? I don't know about Mulan or Champion Flying General.

Is Xiaohe really together with Wu Dong? I don't understand this, what's the reason?

Come on (ง •̀_•́)ง