In our teens, in a small southern coastal town, under the swaying trees of deep summer, such a bunch of 2Bs we were,

In your twenties, you say we have no money now, how about buying a box of instant noodles to get through the month,

In your thirties, one day you suddenly hold up a Coke and say, when I turn 38, I’ll be sure to treat you to a glass of Moutai,

When I’m forty, that day I’ll take you to hear Brother Xiaoqi’s songs…

Those absurd bits of life from back then,

From the north to the south,

Surprisingly, none of it was lost along the way,

People with dreams,

Always lovely…

Guangdong . Foshan . /Foshan