Is There Anyone Walking Somewhere in the World Right Now?
by Bobei
About This Novel
I put a large bouquet of forget-me-nots into a clay pot. I recently discovered that flowers in this rustic clay pot are very beautiful. They are more textured than transparent glass vases and have a unique pastoral flavor, especially when used to place these small pink and purple flowers. Turn on the desk lamp and extinguish the ceiling light on the ceiling. I am already sleepy at night and do not need too strong light. A pot of old white tea has just been brewed. The fragrance of flowers, books and the warm fragrance of tea are intertwined and floating, vaguely present. The computer is on on the desk, and I am halfway through writing the novel. Several characters in the story have been wandering around in my mind, wandering around, and there are thousands of clues coming out, but I have no clue. I don't know what to write next. As I was racking my brains, my phone rang. Someone wanted to add WeChat.
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