Chronicles of the Coastal River

Chen Yu returned to Chenxiang and ran into Xia Xingxing. She had once shone as brightly as her name, but now she was wrapped in a cheap mink coat, asking him for twenty yuan to pay for a hotel. He remembered the damp evenings after guitar lessons, when Cheng Jiamin cried against his shoulder, soaking his school uniform, and said, “Don’t go.” They had all thought youth would last a long time, long enough to make promises for ten or twenty years.