Grandpa Li's tattoo parlor was already closed. Song Feng sat on the steps, leaning powerlessly against the wall as he looked up at the internet cafe on the third floor. The shops in Liu Alley closed very early, and the neon sign on the third floor shone brightly, making it very conspicuous.
The branches of the old willow tree seemed to have bent a little more. No matter how this alley changed, no matter who came and who went, it was always there.
Song Feng leaned powerlessly against the wall. The moment he closed his eyes, his eyelids burned as if he wanted to cry.
Chapter 34