We All Have Regrets

A tribute to Tanke Kobi's slice-of-life style, writing out the restraint and regrets of adults. Zhou Bei always said, let's go, anywhere is fine. Drifting back from Guangzhou to Mianyang, he carried a guitar, taking design gigs by day and singing in turn on mic in voice chat rooms by night, his days like a cup of lukewarm water, neither salty nor bland. Until "Jiuyue," an old listener of two years, sent him a private message — a surgery with a fifty percent success rate, a spontaneous trip on the Sichuan-Tibet line. In the wind and snow of Zheduo Mountain, two restrained adults went from strangers online to confidants. Later he met a girl with a bell on her wrist, and the same mountain road bloomed with sweetness all the way, yet in the end it scattered in the wind. The same Zheduo Mountain road, walked three times, with different people each leg of the journey. Only later did he understand: the scenery never changed; it was the people watching it who did. To walk a stretch side by side is already a stroke of luck. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: We All Have Regrets — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠