Love on sunny days, love on rainy days. She picked up her ginkgo fruit on the runway, and Ye Xiaotang spread out three drawings in the center of the runway: the postgraduate entrance examination notes swallowed by green radish, the human metabolism simulation diagram, and the discolored runway that appeared on the cover of Urban and Rural Construction. The old professor who was jogging in the morning stopped and exclaimed: This is not a track, but a growth ring! When the wind lifted the corners of her robe, she heard the sound of fat cells dying, which was like the sound of broken ice being scooped up by a colander from the sea. At this moment, I finally understand that real growth is not a pass with the 211 code, but the plastic particles picked up by the soles of my shoes every morning, and the spiral ladder cast in time.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
