In this life, let us share a dream together

She has become more beautiful as she grows up, learning how to dress up, walking in ten-centimeter high heels, and speaking fluent Shanghai dialect.

This story, originally titled "永无岛" (Neverland), refers to a city in old times and also to love itself.

Xu Guizhi was even more angry. On the way home, he refused to say a word to her again.

Huang Fu was lying on the railing made of stone, looking at the river below, wiping away his tears secretly. Huang Jiayue turned her head, pretending not to see, but as soon as her gaze moved away, tears had already fallen.

Huang, Huang Jiayue

I, I, my name is Huang Jiayue... Huang Jiaju's Huang, Huang Jiaju's family, Du Yuesheng's Yue...

Not only that, Xu Guizhi can also teach her mathematics, physics, chemistry, history, and geography. When he explains problems, he wears a pair of glasses on his high nose bridge, which blocks the hostility in his eyes. He looks like a well-behaved and excellent student.

Huang Jiayue was caught red-handed and explained, "I used to live here, just coming back for a visit."

Are you stupid or not? He asked, "It can't be washed off, do you know?"

After many twists and turns, Mr. Huang finally completed the procedures for Huang Jiayue to go to school. The worst middle schools in this area are mostly attended by children of gangsters and workers. On the first day of school, Huang Jiayue stood on the podium and stuttered through her self-introduction. She couldn't speak Cantonese, and her Mandarin was not standard. Her appearance was obviously different from that of her classmates.

Actually, he no longer needs to worry about her. In recent years, whether it's her way of speaking or her dressing style, she has become very much like a Hong Kong girl. She can now sing many Cantonese songs and name every luxury item in Harbour City.

Huang Jiayue closed her eyes and said, "I beg you for one thing, if one day he returns here, please do not tell him that I have been here."

04.

Huang Jiayue covered her forehead and looked at him blankly. She held his hand tightly, tears still in her eyes, and asked, "Really?"

Huang Jiayue was so scared that her legs were trembling. She had never been so quick-witted in her life. She took out a pen and paper from her schoolbag and wrote down her home address, handing it to Xu Guizhi.

She also didn't know why she was crying. She thought for a long time before stuttering, "You are sad, so I cry."

At that moment, Huang Jiayue was sitting on Xu Guizhi's motorcycle, whizzing by, and she said with a fluttering heart: "There has been a car accident, how tragic."

This matter once made the front page of major newspapers in Hong Kong, and people are always eager to discuss gossip and scandals

By the time they arrived at Central, the square was already teeming with people. Xu Guizhi reached out his hand and gently grasped Huang Jiayue.

Huang Jiayue expressed her confusion towards the feelings of those adults, and then asked him, "Why aren't you going home?"

Huang Jiayue timidly lowered her head, her hair falling down in a disheveled manner

In 1997, Hong Kong returned to China.

Prince Charles said in front of the camera: "This important and special ceremony marks a moment of both change and continuity in Hong Kong's history."

Huang Jiayue's expression was awkward: "In 1997, before Hong Kong's return, I had been living here."

The motorcycle is speeding on the road, neon lights flickering, overlooking from above, the night of this city is like a bubble, about to burst.

Huang Jiayue's mother found a part-time job as a cleaner, responsible for cleaning and preparing three meals a day. The employer lives directly across from their home, behind a thick security door. While other homes display images of Zhong Kui and Wei Chigong at their doorsteps, this particular house stands eerily quiet.

She accidentally knocked over the nearby fruit stall, which made the owner furious, jumping and cursing angrily.

Her mother was sent to the hospital, and while she was struggling between life and death, she was amidst the bustling crowd in Central, looking up and marveling at how Hong Kong is truly a timeless beauty

This is the only story that has no epilogue to write, as the changes of the times and the passage of years are all encapsulated within the story itself

Huang Jiayue stood up awkwardly, turning to the side to make way for him. However, the aisle in Hong Kong was simply too narrow, and in the moment they brushed past each other, Huang Jiayue and he were almost back to back. His body was warm and solid, and Huang Jiayue felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat

Xu Guizhi once said: "If you need to find me in the future, just give me a call, and I will definitely show up"

Xu Guizhi quickly noticed this. He took off his T-shirt and carelessly wrapped it around the bleeding wound, frowning as he asked her: "Why are you following me?"

Huang Jiayue stood in front of the door for a long time, and finally decided to reach out and tear off the note, but she had no strength at all. Finally, she slowly squatted in front of the tightly closed door, choking up.

Huang Jiayue looked up, and the sound-controlled light came on. The young man standing at the bottom of the stairs, holding a motorcycle helmet in one hand and keys in the other. He was wearing a black vest, stepping in a pair of flip-flops, with his skin sun-kissed into an attractive wheat color. The muscles on his arms showed faintly visible smooth lines, along with the terrifying tattoos his mother often mentioned.

The next day, Huang Jiayue went out for a stroll. When she returned, she forgot to bring her keys and had no choice but to sit on the stairs waiting for her parents. She huddled in that corner where sunlight could not reach, and after a long while, she heard footsteps.

Fortunately, it happened in the crowded city area. The motorcycle was moving very slowly. Huang Jiayue's knee hit the road, and the wound kept scraping down to her calf. Fresh blood gushed out.

Celebrating together, long-awaited reunion. The steamships on both sides come and go, carrying numerous stories buried in this bend of the river.

Girls should not live too naively," said Xu Guizhi, "the less knowledge they have, the easier they are to be tempted."

Xu Guizhi had always been most annoyed by weeping and wailing. She originally intended to turn around and leave, but her plaintive call of "Father, Mother" miraculously calmed him down.

That was also her last time watching fireworks.

Gradually, Huang Jiayue began to understand the teacher's lessons

In 2013, it marked the sixteenth anniversary of Hong Kong's return and the twentieth anniversary of the passing of Wong Ka-Kui

In this life together with you, a grand dream unfolds

Xu Guizhi saw tears in her eyes and asked in confusion, "Why are you crying?"

When did this happen? Huang Jiayue asked softly

Xu Guizhi was becoming increasingly busy, as Hong Kong was developing rapidly, managing to squeeze out some buildings even in the limited space. When he saw Huang Jiayue again, she was wearing a white shirt and reached out from behind him to cover his eyes

Upon careful consideration, the fate between him and her also began with a simple "I'm sorry"

You are unhappy, I will accompany you in your unhappiness; you are happy, I will accompany you in your happiness; you want to be an eagle, I will fly with you. She said each word slowly and deliberately.

A stray cat appeared out of nowhere, meowed, and then swaggered away while wagging its tail.

She strives to survive in this city, while he aims to soar high, and she accompanies him in this endeavor

She gazed at the man's handsome profile, a cluster of fireworks soaring into the sky, reflected in her eyes

If she is truly at fault, it is only because I insisted on taking her to celebrate Christmas. Xu Guizhi bowed and said, "I want to share the burden with her"

Huang Jiayue stood in the bright and clean classroom, turned her head, and saw a bird perched on the branches outside the window, motionless, just like her.

Huang Jiayue finally timidly raised her head and saw Xu Guizhi, blurting out, "It's you!"

He turned his head slightly, glanced at Huang Jiayue, his lips pressed tightly together, and did not pay her any attention

Huang Jiayue sat in the car on the way back, and on the screen was a concert by Huang Jiaju. It has been twenty years, and the beauty has aged, the hero has turned old, but only the songs heard in youth will forever be passed down.

Huang Jiayue lowered her head and watched his figure projected on the ground gradually moving away, so she ran up again with her school bag on her back.

The other party is a middle-aged woman over fifty, standing with her hands on her hips, saying: "No one has lived here for more than ten years. You are good at deceiving people (It has been more than ten years since anyone lived here, and you are good at making up stories)."

"Do not associate with him any longer," said Father Huang, "you are not of the same kind."

After a year, she brought her father from the north to the south. At first, her father couldn't get used to the sweetness of the Jiangnan region, but gradually he fell in love with it. One weekend, she took her father to the Bund to see the night view. At that time, Shanghai was gradually taking on the appearance of the old Hong Kong, with the Oriental Pearl Tower towering into the clouds.

After finishing her work, it happened to be the weekend, so Huang Jiayue returned to Shanghai two days later. Her colleagues happily made an appointment to go shopping in Causeway Bay, but she went to the less-visited Sai Kung. Sai Kung hasn't changed much, just becoming more old-fashioned and with fewer gangsters wandering the streets.

Xu Guizhi couldn't be bothered with her, so he quickened his pace and walked forward. After walking a block, he realized that she was still panting and following behind.

But the pain in her heart almost tore apart her internal organs.

The aunt held the keys and led Huang Jiayue upstairs, to two rooms facing each other. As time flowed, the scenes of yesterday remained vivid in memory

In recent years, the mainland has been developing better and better, while Hong Kong has been declining. Hong Kong singers have started learning Mandarin and entering the mainland market. Eason Chan's song "Ten Years" has become popular all over the country.

He didn't do anything wrong. The person she truly cannot forgive is herself. But what can be done about it? Every time she sees him, she is reminded of the hateful laughter and words that she herself had once uttered, constantly reminding her of what a despicable devil she had been.

He knocked on her head and said sternly, "Stop crying! What's so difficult about Cantonese?"

She turned her head to look at him, and he resumed his previous fierce look, saying, "Don't wander around! What if you get lost? You don't know the way!"

The motorcycle owner took off his helmet and squatted in front of Huang Jiayue, asking her, "Are you okay?"

It makes sense. This city was originally meant for love. Back then, Zhang Ailing, in order to fulfill a love affair, simply let Hong Kong fall together.

He meant nothing else, but Huang Jiayue stood by, her face flushed.

He has become increasingly handsome, shedding his initial youthfulness and irritability, growing into a mature and charming man. He partnered with others to start a company selling building materials, earning a considerable amount of money, and raised Huang's mother's hourly wage to a very high level, yet he has never mentioned moving away

At the thousands of doorways, there is always one person who must go first

When he opened the door, Huang Jiayue did not know where her courage came from, and said, "H......Hello......"

Huang Jiayue and the others quietly ran downstairs to find him after their parents had gone to bed, picked up the bottle of wine in front of him, and gulped down a large mouthful.

She was overwhelmed with grief, kneeling down in the hospital, crying her heart out, wishing she could just crash into the wall and die.

After school, Huang Jiayue got lost on her way home, wandering around like a headless fly. Before she knew it, it was dark, and she found herself once again in a dead-end alley. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she heard some noise and realized that on the other side of the corner, five or six men were fighting. They formed a circle, and the man in the center, disregarding everything, was throwing the brick he held at the leader.

He is still the same as before, taking her for a ride on his motorcycle to the edge of the cliff, treating her to street food, going to karaoke to sing, buying her beautiful dresses and shoes, allowing her to confidently enjoy her youth

Xu Guizhi was infatuated with Huang Jiaju, and BEYOND was forced to disband. The streets of Hong Kong were filled with the song "Glorious Years," causing everyone to shed tears, marking the end of an era. Xu Guizhi was greatly affected and went to the street stalls at night to drink beer, but unfortunately, he had an exceptional tolerance for alcohol and could not get drunk no matter how much he drank

What exactly do you want to do?" Xu Gui's face was filled with irritation

At that time in Hong Kong, the sound of the wharf's steam whistles echoed throughout the night, and foreign individuals with golden hair and blue eyes came and went in a continuous stream. Countless goods were imported and exported here, substantial financial transactions took place, some became famous overnight, while others took their own lives by throwing themselves into the sea. Victoria Harbour remained a true gem of the human world

Xu Guizhi often rides his motorcycle to pick her up, and every time he arrives, it causes a stir. The girls here are much more open than those in the mainland; they whistle at him and blow kisses, which he accepts with a smile, returning to his former carefree demeanor.

Huang Jiaju appeared on screen, bare-chested, with ear piercings, and his hair standing up in anger. Compared to him, the later rebellious youth Nicholas Tse falls significantly short.

The firework "whoosh" burst in the night sky, carrying away all past events, turning them to ashes. That was the last moment she and he shared.

Xu Guizhi frowned and said, "How do you know my home address?" Then she quickly realized, "You are the new child who moved in across the street?"

The aunt let out a sigh of relief: "So it was Miss Huang, you have finally returned."

Xu Guizhi was wearing a helmet, and it was unclear whether he heard or not

The lights are dazzling across the Huangpu River, who still remembers the beauty of Victoria Harbour

However, every time I stand at Victoria Harbour, gazing at the beautiful night scenery and fireworks, I cannot help but exclaim that everything is like smoke, fleeting and ephemeral

Xu Guizhi stood up, passed by Huang Jiayue, and said coldly: "Mind your own business!"

In the fifth winter since Huang Jiayue arrived in Hong Kong, Christmas remains one of the most important festivals in the city, with streets adorned with lights and decorations, and Christmas trees and "Merry Christmas" signs everywhere.

Huang Jiayue followed her memories and found the building from back then among the crowded apartments. The walls were mottled, and a cat on the windowsill stretched lazily

Xu Guizhi picked up Huang Jiayue from school and asked her, "How do you want to spend Christmas?"

However, for him, that is also the farthest place from home

During dinner, Huang Jiayue heard her mother mention that the employer was a young man, covered in terrifying tattoos, with his hair standing up in anger, wearing a large gold chain around his neck, living alone, and very fierce

"It is better if it cannot be washed away," Huang Jiayue said, "I will carry it with me for the rest of my life"

The whole family settled in Saigon. Saigon is a place where all kinds of people intermingle; at the docks live the most impoverished fishermen and vegetable vendors, or low-income office workers who struggle daily for their livelihoods. Yet just a street away, there are towering villas, and at night, the roar of sports cars fills the air

In 1993, for the ordinary citizens of Hong Kong, the most significant event was undoubtedly the death of Wong Ka Kui. Wong Ka Yut no longer dared to introduce herself to others by saying, "Wong Ka Kui's Wong, Wong Ka Kui's home"

"What can you do to share her burden?" Mr. Huang asked coldly, "This world is inherently like this; the only things that can be shared are wealth and nobility."

The next day was the weekend. In the evening, Huang Jiayue went to knock on Xu Guizhi's door. He lazily opened the door. The girl was wearing a white short-sleeve shirt and tight jeans. She smiled and stretched out her arm: "Look."

Because Huang Jiaju has passed away

Huang Jiayue often indulged her father, fearing to upset him. She went to the hospital, but upon reaching the entrance, she turned back.

Even this humiliating remark took Huang Jiayue a long time to piece together before she understood its meaning

Later on, Huang Jiayue was admitted to high school. The high school is far from home, but fortunately, public transportation in Hong Kong is well-developed, and the area is small, making it convenient to go anywhere

She once swore with utmost determination, "I will never leave him"

Huang Jiayue was trembling all over, terrified of being discovered by them. In the blink of an eye, the person being attacked raised their head and glanced at her with bloodshot eyes.

At first, the Huang family's parents were quite afraid of Xu Guizhi, as he resembled the gangsters portrayed in movies, being idle and carefree, engaging in fights, and having an abundance of money. Whenever Xu Guizhi returned home at night riding his flashy blue motorcycle, the Huang parents would be filled with anxiety, fearing that he might attract some enormous trouble.

Xu Guizhi coldly laughed: "These are my people, do you dare to touch them?"

The aunt was taken aback and asked, "What is your surname, young lady?"

Mr. Huang sat in the empty corridor, his eyes bloodshot. The moment he saw Huang Jiayue, he raised his hand high and with a loud "slap" it struck her face, the sound resonating.

Huang Jiayue sat by Xu Guizhi's bedside, listening to the aunt beside her ramble on about his past. In a vague moment, she seemed to see him from many years ago, sitting in front of her on a stool, saying: "The year your mother passed away, the company's financial chain broke, and the company I had struggled to run for three years went bankrupt overnight. I stood outside your door, wanting to see you, but your father told me that in this world, the only thing we can share is wealth, and there is nothing I can do for you. At that time, I realized my own incompetence. I returned to my family, and they arranged for me to attend a prestigious school in the UK. I wanted to study earnestly, to become capable enough to provide for you. Three years later, when I returned after completing my studies and sought you out, I found out that you had already moved away."

Between him and her, they have never spoken of love or affection. She does not even know how he perceives her, yet she has long since thrown herself in, like a moth to a flame

It is now impossible to achieve this

Huang Jiayue's father decided to take her back to their hometown. In those years, he was filled with ambition and determination, bringing his wife and daughter to this city to strive for success, harboring many beautiful dreams and aspirations. However, in the end, he gained nothing and wasted these years in vain

Returning, returning, it is a pity that his and her destination is not the same place

Huang Jiayue shook her head vigorously: "I will not."

Chronicles of Time

The sound of sorrow and joy echoed, with wreaths and memorial tablets placed in the mourning hall. Between him and her, many unspoken vows of eternal love could only be left at that.

Xu Guizhi rode her bicycle swiftly on the streets of Hong Kong, reaching out to poke his waist, joyfully exclaiming "Wow, wow." During a pause at the traffic light, Huang Jiayue noticed a truck parked not far away, with faint traces of blood visible.

Her mother sighed: "You will regret it"

That is a city that holds a special significance for me, as I have encountered some individuals there and it has borne witness to my youth. However, I am of no consequence to it; its prosperity, splendor, and decline have no bearing on me whatsoever.

This year, she is thirty-five years old, and he is three years older than her, at thirty-eight. He should have already married and had children in a foreign land, becoming a husband and a father.

Mr. and Mrs. Huang had a serious conversation with the Huang family.

Later, the family became familiar with each other, and Xu Guizhi no longer insisted that Huang's mother come to his home to cook. When it was time to eat, he would go directly to Huang's house, and he did not mind the poor quality of the meals, yet he still paid the full amount.

Huang Jiayue understood that they had all grown overnight

The return journey saw an increase in luggage, as my mother’s belongings, including a piece from the Huang family, were too precious to discard, so everything was packed and taken away

Xu Guizhi reached out to tousle her hair, as if laughing, yet also as if sighing: "Silly girl"

It has been nearly ten years, hasn't it? The aunt calculated.

Go to Central, watch the fireworks

He was the first Hong Kong person that Huang Jiayue met who spoke Mandarin with her. As soon as he opened his mouth, it was as if Huang Jiayue had received some kind of permission, and she felt compelled to cry her heart out.

The bustling world of mortals, love and separation, grievances that linger; the golden age of this city, along with her desperate yet beautiful adolescence, has passed away

No, he reached out to grab the wine bottle, but halfway there, he withdrew his hand. He said, "What saddens me is the joys and sorrows, the separations and reunions; the unpredictability of life. One moment, I open my eyes to a brilliant and resplendent scene, and in the blink of an eye, it becomes yesterday's faded flower."

Prosperity and splendor, joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, will eventually lead to a day when dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth

After graduation, there are still friends remaining there, but I chose to leave

Xu Gui felt a shiver run down his spine; he could not stand it when she called him "Brother Gui." Thus, he instinctively gave Huang Jiayue a light knock on the head.

Fortunately, her English is excellent, and she is fluent in Cantonese, which suddenly made her highly sought after. Huang Jiayue went to Shanghai with her luggage and found a job as a translator, paid daily, with a high salary

The iron gate downstairs was open, and she crouched down and walked in, hearing someone ask: "What are you doing!"

02

The black mobile phone that she did not take that year lay quietly on the table, its battery long discontinued, rendering it unable to power on again

She was initially pained by the cost of phone bills, never using it even once; only at night, holding the phone in her hand, would she be willing to drift into slumber

The teacher conducts the class in Cantonese mixed with English, and Huang Jiayue cannot understand a single word. The exercise booklet that was distributed is such that she cannot even read the questions.

What are you doing! You broke my fruit! Can you afford to compensate for it!

"Country bumpkin! Get out!"

Huang Jiayue received a task to go on a business trip to Hong Kong. In previous years, she had often found ways to decline similar assignments. By some twist of fate, this time she did not refuse.

Xu Guizhi let out a laugh, teasing her: "So do you know why I am sad?"

The next day after school, Xu Guizhi waited for her at the entrance of Huang Jiayue's school. In front of him, a group of people who had bullied her yesterday were squatting down, each holding their heads and acting submissively. Upon seeing Huang Jiayue, they cried out and desperately apologized to her

He has never regarded Huang Jiayue as a little sister; he taught her to sing BEYOND and some hysterical rock music, showed her "On the Road," and even taught her to smoke and drink, as well as how to fight with others

On her slender arm, there was a tattoo identical to his, depicting a soaring eagle, vividly alive, known only to him how much it hurt

The British flag slowly descends, replaced by the Five-Star Red Flag and the Bauhinia Blossom Red Flag, fluttering freely in the wind

Huang's mother had an accident on her way to find Huang Jiayue, as a truck came rushing from the side. She turned her head in terror, unable to leave even a few words behind

Everywhere lies a dream of intoxication and wealth

When Huang Jiayue and Xu Guizhi hurried to the hospital, Huang's mother had already succumbed to her injuries and passed away

Later, one year, Huang Jiayue was extorted at school. She had no money on her, and in the end, her backpack was thrown away, and she was beaten, returning home in a disheveled state.

From that point on, the classmates at school treated Huang Jiayue with utmost respect, and she gradually learned about her background from others. Xu Guizhi's family was well-known in Hong Kong, with influence in both legitimate and illegitimate circles. Xu Guizhi's father had a late-in-life son and doted on him greatly. Unfortunately, Xu Guizhi's biological mother was not the legitimate wife of Xu Guizhi's father; she was an undocumented immigrant from the "Mainland". The elders of the Xu family refused to acknowledge her and were afraid she would cause trouble. Later on, Xu Guizhi's mother mysteriously met her demise on the streets.

There are also those English textbooks, opened to reveal dense annotations he wrote for her. The carefree and unruly youth, yet willing to sit by the desk, explaining the problems to her word by word

Unfortunately, she was spotted on the road by Xu Guizhi, who was quite angry: "Did I not teach you how to fight? Have you forgotten everything?"

Xu Guizhi was at a loss for what to do. After thinking for a moment, he said to her in somewhat non-standard Mandarin: "I am sorry"

A dilapidated house of about 45 to 50 square meters, damp and cramped, where even sunlight is a luxury. The aunt downstairs is always grumbling, and the air is filled with the smell of seawater. Yet, her best years have all been buried here

"You really shouldn't ride the motorcycle anymore," she said again, "it's too dangerous"

Xu Guizhi was taken aback, not expecting this little girl to be so troublesome, and couldn't help but shout at her: "Don't cry!"

Xu Guizhi was a man of his word and began to earnestly teach Huang Jiayue to speak Cantonese. He scoured the second-hand market for elementary school Chinese textbooks, teaching Huang Jiayue to read word by word, and stipulated that she must speak Cantonese when conversing with him. For words she did not know, she would make up her own.

That night, Huang Jiayue walked home along the setting sun. The roads in Hong Kong are narrow, and behind her, the impatient honking of a motorcycle could be heard. Huang Jiayue clearly heard it, yet she stood there in a daze, belatedly thinking of turning her head to see what was happening, when she was knocked down to the ground by a motorcycle.

Huang Jiayue suddenly calmed down, looking at that fierce face, and she did not know where her courage came from as she shouted loudly: "Sir!"

This is the end of an era, as well as the beginning of a new one

Forgetting you, forgetting the past, is truly too difficult

When the class ended and it was time to submit assignments, she was the only one in the entire class to hand in a blank paper. After school, she was kept behind by the teacher, and Huang Jiayue's face turned bright red, feeling so ashamed that she was on the verge of tears: "I, I don't know."

How could she possibly regret it? Meeting Xu Guizhi and receiving his guidance and care is her fortune across three lifetimes. Because of him, she is no longer the Huang Jiayue who once stood on the podium, being pointed at by her classmates and shouted at to "get out".

Sixteen years have passed

The car had just arrived at the bustling Mong Kok, and amidst the old songs, she suddenly recalled the scene from many years ago when she first came to Hong Kong. Tears fell unexpectedly.

Youthful memories, a farce; no matter how hard it is to let go, it should be let go now

I have no home," he replied, his face ashen.

When Xu Guizhi left, he posted a note on his door, neatly writing three words: "I am sorry"

She was somewhat afraid, shrinking her neck: "There has been a car accident, how unfortunate."

Xu Guizhi was taken aback for a moment before realizing that what she meant was a home with both a father and a mother

The end of February marks the true beginning of the new year according to the calculations of our ancestors, and Xu Guizhi has moved.

He was never meant to belong here and should have left long ago. His fate with her should have ended much earlier; they have never been from the same world. He taught her to read and speak, to sing and dance, yet she ultimately only grasped the surface, while he remained in the clouds

03

He quarreled with his family, threatening to take his own life, in exchange for a few years of freedom

No, her attitude was resolute, "I will never leave him"

However, Xu Guizhi is by no means a good person

He also taught Huang Jiayue to speak English, starting with the recognition of the twenty-six letters, and bought her a tape recorder to listen to English tapes.

I do not love it, and it does not love me; we owe each other nothing.

Only after they had walked far away did Huang Jiayue cautiously return. She saw the young man leaning against the wall, looking disheveled, even the tattoo on his arm appeared to be in a state of defeat. He glanced at Huang Jiayue, who was about four to five meters away from him, backlit, making her look so unreal.

01

There has never been a moment that made her more acutely aware that everything has passed.

They all do not speak as well as you do, Brother Guizhi, you are truly amazing! Huang Jiayue said while doing her homework

Mrs. Huang was sent for cremation, as there are very few burials in Hong Kong. The Huang family held a simple farewell ceremony, which Xu Guizhi also attended. He was dressed in a black suit, and Huang Jiayue spotted him at a glance, but it was as if her feet were nailed to the ground, preventing her from moving even a step. Thus, she could only avert her gaze and pretend not to recognize this person

I have traveled to many places in search of you, the mainland is vast. I have returned to Hong Kong, purchased these two houses, and waited here for two years, but I have not waited for you. I am going back to the United Kingdom, and if one day you return here, this will still be your home

At the age of fourteen, Huang Jiayue stood in the heart of this city, her parents anxiously holding her hand, fearing that she might be swept away by the surging crowd. The traffic lights across the street changed incessantly, and she did not know which foot to step out with first

You ... ... '' Xu Guizhi could not utter a single word

Huang Jiayue nodded like pounding garlic. Xu Guizhi originally planned to go to the clinic to bandage his wound first. He had been gritting his teeth and enduring the severe pain, but looking at Huang Jiayue hiding in the night, he impatiently rolled his eyes and said, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

Huang Jiayue achieved a perfect score in the mathematics exam, and Xu Guizhi was very happy, gifting her a mobile phone. He also had an identical one, heavy as a brick, yet it was expensive and a top-tier luxury item

Under the stage, the students burst into laughter and threw their books at her, telling her to leave.

With the rapid advancement of technology nowadays, even tattoos, once thought to be permanent, can be easily removed. Mr. Huang subtly suggested to his daughter Huang Jiayue to have her tattoo removed. The styles that were popular in the past now appear outdated and foolish.

She cried as she said, "I don't know Cantonese, I can't even speak ABC well. I want to go to school, I want to go home, Dad, Mom, I want to go home..."

After December passed, Xu Guizhi visited the Huang family many times. Every day, he stood in front of her door and knocked. Mr. Huang opened the door once and blocked Xu Guizhi from entering the house, saying, "Master Xu, everyone has their own fate. Let her bear the consequences of her own sins."

Huang Jiayue's calves were in severe pain, but it seemed to be nothing compared to the despair in her heart. She lowered her head, waved her hand, and opened her mouth to say "it's nothing," but the words were swallowed back. Her Cantonese was too poor, afraid that she would pronounce it incorrectly.

That was the most grand and splendid fireworks display Huang Jiayue had ever witnessed in her life, so beautiful, so dazzling, but unfortunately, it was fleeting

Just never been able to talk about love with people.

Huang Jiayue attempted to infuse her words with the flavor of Hong Kong, practicing repeatedly in her mind for several days, yet unexpectedly, it still backfired

Many years later, Xu Guizhi still remembered that hot summer day, as the sun set in the west, the sea breeze was humid, and a girl of thirteen or fourteen, with a slender frame, was sitting on the dirty concrete road in an ill-fitting cheap dress. Her knees were still bleeding, but she was completely unconcerned; she simply held onto herself, looking at herself, her eyes filled with anticipation and joy

In the summer of 1992, Huang Jiayue moved to Hong Kong with her family.

Her backpack was bought from a stall at the vegetable market, her skirt was an old item that her cousin could no longer wear, and on her feet were white tennis shoes with stains that could not be washed out. She even had her hair tied in a ridiculous braid. Huang Jiayue looked up at the skyscrapers of Mong Kok, deeply shocked by the unattainable nature of this city

In the following years, Huang Jiayue provided the money for her father to open a small supermarket selling daily necessities. Gradually, they also had many new and interesting imported goods. The lives of the father and daughter improved, and they bought a house and a car.

Yet when he speaks, it is so captivating; behind the hysteria lies a tender affection: "Traveling thousands of miles, forgive me for this life of unrestrained indulgence and love for freedom..."

Prosperity and splendor, joy and sorrow, separation and reunion, will eventually lead to a day when dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth

In this life, we share a grand dream together

In the final scene, the young man begins to smile, his tattoos on his arms gradually fading, transforming into a composed man in a suit. He says: "Jia Yue, I am sorry. In the end, I was unable to find you."

The teacher smiled and said, "Then why do you still want to come to school?"

Xu Guizhi noticed that she was silent and assumed she was too frightened to speak, so he simply sat down on the ground as well and poked Huang Jiayue, saying: "Little girl, why don't you cry?"

Xu Guizhi also recognized her: "Hmph, little girl"

Thus, the person who was loved first is the hardest to forget

Huang Jiayue cannot speak Cantonese, and fearing that he might not understand Mandarin, she does not dare to speak, merely shaking her head repeatedly

In 1998, Huang Jiayue participated in the college entrance examination, where millions traversed a narrow bridge, and she did not succeed, which cannot be considered unfortunate

At this moment, Huang Jiayue finally remembered the pain in her leg, pouted her mouth, and began to cry

Xu Guizhi, he extended his hand and with a "bang" struck Huang Jiayue on the forehead: "I told you not to cry! What's so difficult about Cantonese! I'll teach you!"

He carried her through the night, singing loudly under the streetlights: "Time turns possession into loss"

The owner of the fruit shop next to them came over and started talking to Xu Guizhi. He muttered something incoherent, but Xu Guizhi pushed him away with one hand and said, "Get lost!"

Xu Guizhi. Huang Jiayue, in countless sleepless nights, watched the sun rise outside the balcony and thought, it's really too difficult.

The hospital's incandescent lamp, coldly illuminating the dark floor, is indifferent to joys and sorrows.

That day after school, Huang Jiayue carried her schoolbag and walked a long way to the wealthy district of Saigon. On the nearby hillside, there were numerous villas, heavily guarded, resembling a paradise on earth. And that place was where she should be living.

No one has ever looked at him with such eyes.

Young people who were fighting stopped. Huang Jiayue shouted and then hid at the other end of the wall. They looked at each other, and finally, the leader spat blood on the ground and said, "Let's go!"

I will recharge your phone credit. If you need to find me in the future, just call me and I will definitely show up.

Xu Guizhi stood in front of the Huang family's door for a long time, but did not wait for the Huang family's daughter.

That night, she and Xu Guizhi returned home with joy and laughter, only to be greeted by a closed door. Huang Jiayue didn't know what had happened. She knocked on the door for a long time before the tenant upstairs told her, "Go to the hospital quickly, something happened to your mother."