Nanyang is foggy in the winter morning. Looking down from a high place, the sea of clouds is rolling and the tall buildings are towering into the clouds. It feels like you are in a fairyland. It is a beautiful city.
The place he hadn't seen for six years seemed a little different from what Jasper Zhou remembered. Along the way home from his memory, the old low-walled alley was demolished, and the gray tiles were gone and replaced. There are brand new high walls and smooth roads. This time, you won’t trip again.
When he reached the crossroads, he saw the familiar locust tree again. The branches and leaves seemed to be more lush than before, but it was still dark even when he looked up.
The sunlight broke through the clouds and fell on the window, refracting colorful light.
Someone recognized Jasper Zhou, smiled and exchanged greetings, and then continued to do their own thing.
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