His body was a little tired, and his heart was a little lost. He threw away his cigarette butt and hung his jacket on his shoulders. Following the direction of the street lamp, Zhou Ze walked on the dim road.
His back was pulled very long.
At the exit of the park stood an old man with pale hair. The old man was wearing a well-ironed suit. He stood upright like an old white poplar in the desert.
With just a glance, one could tell that the old man was the kind of person who had an extreme requirement for his appearance and attire.
Zhou Ze did not look at him and continued walking.
The air was filled with the smell of watermelon sand. It was a little sweet and a little greasy. This smell made Zhou Ze a little uncomfortable because the watermelon meat was red. This made Zhou Ze think of many unhappy scenes.
"Sir, are you feeling down?"
