ShuangSheng # (by the bean by the window)

The cold wind whistled, and it seemed that the next second it was going to uproot the trees next to the street. The night was hazy, and the pale yellow lights were tiredly hitting the smooth road surface, and if it were not for the whistling wind in his ears, Li would have thought that this was a quiet and peaceful evening. She wrapped her thin coat and let her hair flutter in the wind, but she didn't care. As for why she was here, she wasn't very clear either. In the evening, Li felt a little bored and went out for a walk, and suddenly a voice in her heart urged her to continue walking forward, and after a while she came to a strange street, which seemed familiar, but she had never been here in memory. Another gust of wind, whimpering and sighing, blew an old yellowed photograph to Li's feet. Li picked up the photo, for a moment, she was in a trance, the girl in the photo smiled very brightly, but somehow she began to cry, and her eyes gradually blurred. The wind gradually stopped, the surrounding became exceptionally quiet, fixed to see, where there are still people, only a yellowed old photo, the photo has a girl, about five or six years old, one is smiling, one is crying sadly...