Jingsheng Chen

DOI: 10.64212/TTHZ9590

Xu Guohua is four years older than me. When I first met him, we were both just entering our thirties. His features were sharp and defined, exuding a certain toughness. His slightly curly hair cascaded down the back of his head like a waterfall, giving him an unmistakable artistic flair. Handsome and charismatic, yet genuine, his hearty laughter would often ring out.