Guyu Hengjiao

She wore her long light blond hair casually and stood behind the checkout counter of the convenience store on the island. Accompanying the island as usual. The day An Jing came back coincided with the beginning of the rainy season. They had grown up together. Then one left and the other stayed. When they met again, they no longer recognized themselves and almost did not recognize each other. The glass door of the convenience store, the electric car on a rainy night, the unfinished words, the unextinguished cigarette. The island is so small that you can see the ebb and flow of the tide. She had met too many people who said they wanted to save her, but this was the first time she heard someone willing to fall with her.