Round Tunnel: Doomsday Reporter

Emotions and desires are everywhere in the growth of life, and it only takes a moment for an individual to determine whether a career story is wonderful or not. The old man's expression was gloomy on the bamboo rocking chair, and the passage of time could not be concealed in his pale hair. Only the cracks in the pair of eyes revealed a glimmer of light, and a girl emerged from the mist, holding a pot of daisies in her hand and taking care of it carefully. "Xiaomei" called Gu Gu in a deep voice, and moved her hands to touch something. "Dad, what's wrong with you? I'm Xiaojuan!" The figure gradually looked concerned and asked. The old man rubbed his eyes and replied in a low voice, "It's okay! Xiaojuan, please rest more. Let your sister-in-law take care of these flowers and plants, but don't worry about the fetus." "Dad, seeing these flowers can make me feel better, but it's not like the fish that won't come back and will make me angry. It's annoying to me even if I have to name the baby. How about you come up with something, dad?" Xiaojuan held her waist and put the daisy in her hand in the sun and said. The old man stood up and breathed out the word "reporter" in one breath. "Remember what, what name?" Xiaojuan didn't understand. The old man looked at the sun without saying a word, and then made a circle at the daisies. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.