Lin Ming took out the cigarette.

"Nine-five-year-old? Oh my god, it smokes so well!"

Lin Zhengfeng took out a lighter, lit it, and started smoking happily.

Quiet night.

The breeze blows and the reed flowers are floating.

Under the bright moonlight on the horizon, stars are dotted.

The two of them were silent, smoking cigarettes one after another.

This scene seems to return to childhood.

"That's great..."

After a long time.

Lin Zhengfeng stamped out the cigarette butts thrown on the ground and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Do you remember?"

"It rained heavily that year, and the place in front of my house almost turned into a river."
Chapter completed!