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Chapter 1: Preface

In the south, it always seems that there is no autumn. Once summer is gone, it will be winter.

In the morning and evening rush hours, pedestrians in a hurry wrapped themselves in various sweaters and scarves, struggling, panting, and squeezed themselves into the subway or bus without any expression, and few people looked around.Although there is close physical contact with each other, almost everyone has never been curious about who is standing next to them.

The sparse sunlight at noon sprinkled down through the gaps in the clouds, and if there was a seemingly nonexistent autumn, it looked like the tail of summer again.Except for the sycamore trees that have grown on the street for an unknown number of years—the densely woven emerald green in summer has already turned yellow, and the vines have withered. There is no need for the bleak autumn wind to make rustling sounds on the concrete floor.The sweeper seemed to have no interest in collecting these lifeless dead leaves, and leaned against the tree trunk to drink a few sips of water in boredom.

Xia Jingyun never thought that he would see Yang Yu again on such a dull autumn day.It was still that fair and beautiful little face, which still lacked bloodshot eyes under the sun.It's just that I haven't seen it for so many years, and it's obvious that it has grown taller. The child who used to only reach his chin is now probably about to catch up with him.The hair on the forehead was thin and shredded, a little yellow in the sun.

The author has something to say: Well, this is a stand-in story that spills blood.

Everyone is welcome to drop comments, Mr. Chang'an seeks to grow, and you are welcome to complain~