Chapter 35-Autumn Nights in Shanghai: Xiao Xiaoxiao’s Wandering, Linhong’s Tears, and the Weight of Unspoken Affection

The river surface of Huangpujiang was like a bolt of yellow satin, wrinkled in the autumn wind. Several lone ships came from the distance with bright eyes and drove towards the distance.

Was life like this ship, gone from that far away to that far away place?

This beach was just Xiao Xiaoxiao’s life’s walkway.

Xiao Xiaoxiao walked along the river alone, his mind confused. He was like a withered leaf floating in the autumn wind, drifting aimlessly. He didn’t know where he was, nor where he lived.

University, university, fantasy-like words.

Every time he saw the high school students dressed in brand new school uniforms, they would ride on their bikes and go to school with smiles on their faces, how envious he was. He wished he could study as carefreely as they did, and he would be satisfied even if he could have a dream like this..

The truth was heartless.

In reality, Xiao Xiaoxiao didn’t have any dreams. In reality, there was nothing but Rakshas. In the past few days, he had crawled through the streets and alleys like a beggar. Originally, he had wanted to find something that he could do, but in the face of everything in front of him, he had lost his confidence and remained idle.

The windows on both sides of Huangpujiang’s building lit up, illuminating himself in the air, and squeezed Huangpujiang in the middle.

Xiao Xiaoxiao smoked one cigarette after another, and his mouth went numb. He flicked the remaining half into the water. He straightened his hair and clenched his fists. “If I can’t find work tomorrow, I’ll jump down from here.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll find work. There must be a way to get to the front of the mountain.”