<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Shanghai on Sojournal</title><link>https://flaresky.me/en/tags/shanghai/</link><description>Recent content in Shanghai on Sojournal</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2025 12:00:00 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://flaresky.me/en/tags/shanghai/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sojourner's Diary - 98</title><link>https://flaresky.me/en/posts/diary-098/</link><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2025 12:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://flaresky.me/en/posts/diary-098/</guid><description>&lt;p>My steps on the way home were light. I hummed as I splashed through puddles, as if even Shanghai&amp;rsquo;s endless rain could do nothing to extinguish my excitement.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>So I have to write something more for today.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Yes, in the end I gave up the advance screening and gathered instead with the brothers and sisters my father had visited before. As I headed out that morning, talking with my parents on the phone, I noticed someone emerge from the room next door with a backpack and look around. At that exact moment, a message from Q appeared on my phone: “I&amp;rsquo;m out.” I moved in with complete confidence: Good morning, Q!&lt;/p></description></item><item><title>Sojourner's Diary - 97</title><link>https://flaresky.me/en/posts/diary-097/</link><pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2025 12:00:00 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://flaresky.me/en/posts/diary-097/</guid><description>&lt;p>How did things end up like this&amp;hellip;?&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I found myself wishing I had never seen the GMHS announcement. Then, like CP31, it would have remained a simple regret instead of becoming something painful. I knew what the right priorities were. I had already considered the possible conflict of coming to Shanghai on Sunday. So why did I immediately say yes to Q?&lt;/p>
&lt;p>Wishful thinking, perhaps&amp;hellip; If nobody had reminded me, I might genuinely have stopped gathering with them.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>