In the autumn of the north, the weather in August and September has already turned cold. Guo Xihao is a sad man. He hates to leave all his life. So in the early morning of this morning, Guo Xihao came to the station.

standing outside the railway station, Guo Xihao's heart suddenly became sour as he watched the huge LED flashing the train he was going to take.

in my mind, I think about my regret in the city of D, then light a cigarette, then pick up a simple suitcase and walk towards the station step by step.

it's less than 100 meters. At the moment, Guo Xihao is...