[Yu Huang] The Pontoon Bridge of Dreams

Selfie with one hand and the other hand unrelentingly leaned forward to make a scissors hand in front of his male god, squinting his eyes and smiling brightly.

There were snowflakes blown by the wind on the screen of his phone, and he raised his hand to wipe off the drops of water. The gesture was as if he was touching the picture of Huang Shaotian on the really not-so-good-pixel photo across the screen. The face is the same, and the movements are inadvertently lightened.He stared at the photo, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth following the smile of the person in the photo.

That kind of feeling is like a small fire in a cold snowy night. Just a little bit can feel that the whole heart is slowly warming up.

At this time, the night was deep, the snow was still falling, and the photo on the screen that had been dimmed due to not continuing to operate for a long time was like an unfinished wish, a dream that was almost blurted out in this cold winter night.