He left the city where he lived and worked for many years, returned to his parents, married and had children, married and married, and washed his hands and made soup for the people. It's easy to catch up and get back to the city, but it's always in my dreams, where it's left too much memories for me and him, and the friends, the snacks on the streets... when I went to the supermarket, I saw the freezer with Indian freckles, bought a bag of them and tried to make them, and I've been watching people's "freckles."