When they went out, Guan Kunling had already finished eating and stood silently by the side, like a straight wooden stake. It is said that those who practice martial arts have particularly strong inner strength, with keen hearing. I wonder if she heard what Meng Shuyan and I were talking about in the room just now. Even if she did, Tian Sangsang has no other way, what's meant to come will eventually come.
Leaving Meng Shuyan at home, Tian Sangsang took Guan Kunling out of the door, heading out of town.
The scorching sun was roasting this 1980s town, which from a distance seemed like a rectangular gray pencil case. Neat rows of buildings, pedestrians coming and going, and small shops lined the streets. Everyone was dressed "lightly."
Seeing so many differences in the town, Guan Kunling was shocked and asked, "Sangsang, where is this place?" Where have we come to? Why does it feel vaguely familiar, yet I can't recall?
