Haicheng Old Alley

Wen Ning often thought of that late autumn. I thought of the mossy wall in the back alley, and of the man holding a cigarette in his mouth. Smoke fell on the wall. She picked it up without throwing it away. Later she learned to smoke this brand and couldn't quit. Later, he became Mr. Jiang, and everyone respected all good cigarettes, but he still carried the same old brand in his pocket. When she heard this, she was stunned for a moment and did not answer. She moved into an urban village to hide from him. On the day when his men knocked on the wrong door, he stood at the stairs and didn't ask her why she was here. He said, "You moved here." In those unclear years, she opened the door when he came and locked the door when he left. Once after he left, she wanted to touch his face. Not touched. Later she got married. It rained on the wedding day and I heard that his car was parked opposite the hotel for a long time. Later, his name disappeared in Haicheng. She smoked a pack of cigarettes alone, and the brand had long since been discontinued. The moment I choked in my lungs, I suddenly remembered that late autumn—— She doesn't know him yet. I don't know that some people take just one look and feel that they will never be able to pay off the debt in their lifetime.