He Chuan Zhou had the same dream again. In that dream, a youngster would stand in front of everyone’s questioning and doubts and say with a high-spirited yet arrogant voice: “I will become a policeman!”
She felt that this freak was lame, unlike herself, who just wanted to make money.
Fifteen years have passed, and everything that was supposed to grow had grown.
When they reunited after a long time, he was sitting in the car, a glass window separating them, wearing a suit and leather shoes, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, as if gritting his teeth, but his eyes slightly glanced outside, speaking arrogantly and provocatively: “Hey, Captain He.”
The so-called fate tricks people probably means that even though I have not changed my original intention, I still embarked on a completely different path from my dream.
