Summary

In my memory, every time a child in the north was sick and feverish, as long as he could eat canned yellow peaches, he would immediately feel relaxed. Xiaolei and Daliao, who used wine to pour their sorrows, accidentally bought canned yellow peaches in a small shop. If there is a seemingly unsatisfactory melancholy permeated between the cups and cups, different life stories will also flow in the singing of the bar orchestra. Everything that happened this night was like a dream, with a panoramic view of the city in front of me.