Qing bar, with the bath snow bath snow into the Jiefang West Road "charming" bar, it was many years ago. The blood is boiling, always in a state of excitement. That night, and me

Clear bar, with bath snow

Bath snow

Walking into the "charming" bar on Jiefang West Road was many years ago. The blood is boiling, always in a state of excitement. That night, the friend I drank with had long since fallen into the ground.

Totally quiet. It's a precipitate of age and experience, nothing else! It was a clear and moonlit night, and I came to a clear bar in Hualongchi next to the pedestrian street. Bath snow alone.

In the bar, there is more of a person, all unfamiliar faces, each guarding a place drinking a low-grade cocktail. The lights are confused, the music is flickering, and the memories accumulate little by little, and dissipate little by little. There was no communication, no hyperactivity, and the restless soul had never been so calm.

It was late at night, it was raining lightly outside, the pedestrian street was empty, and there was only a dirty stray dog limping. When it's time to leave, aging, or death is actually a meaning, we have no choice, only face.

At three o'clock in the morning, Yu Xue left Qingba, and a patrolman on Jiefang West Road stopped me and asked, "You are still wandering outside so late." I replied that he didn't know, really didn't know. He looked dazed and shrugged. It was getting heavier and heavier.