nsjs,In the twilight in the center of Shanghai, neon lights are on, and a short-haired man walks alone on the west side of Nanjing. The black tight I-shaped vest is wrapped in a textured figure with a micro-body fat, with neat shoulder lines, and the chest sways lightly with the pace, and sweat slides along the collarbone into the collarbone. He looked at the merchant's glass cabinet, his jawline tight, and his broken hair was lifted up by the evening breeze to cover his eyes. Put your left hand in your pocket, and squeeze half a bottle of mineral water with your right hand, and your knuckles turn white. The crowds were rushing, and the glass curtain wall reflected his lonely figure, like the ink dots left by the city, stepping on the lights and walking towards the night, with a calm and confident expression, revealing a sense of maturity and fashion.
