Huo Shaoheng stopped in his tracks and did not move anymore. Seeing what was in front of him, he was reminded of a phrase from a poem:
The grass pasture looked spacious with the stars decorating the night sky.
Then, another phrase from another poem:
The dove was calling out on the surface of the water;
The handsome man was attracted to the beautiful girl.
His fingers moved and took out a cigarette from his pocket. Lowering his head, he lit the cigarette and took a deep breath. The little bit of light between his fingers flickered in the darkness.
He Zhichu saw that flicker of light from the corner of his eye and raised his head. He saw a man with a tall build standing somewhere not far away, a cigarette in his hand, looking over at him.
