"Senior sister." "Yeah." "Do you think I'm suitable?" "Well..., Not very suitable." "Oh, I get it." I felt a little disappointed.
"Sister Ling'er." "Yeah." "Do you think I'm suitable?" "Um..., Haha, I don't think it's suitable!" "Oh, I know." My heart feels a little angina.
"Senior brother." "Yeah." "Do you think I'm suitable?" "You..., You're a man!" "Oh, I understand." My heart was filled with sadness.
"Bamba." "Yeah." "Do you think I'm suitable?" "Hey..., You might as well just be a woman!" "Oh, I get it." There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart.
Looking up at the stars, with the bright moon in the sky, two lines of hot tears rolled down my face, and I murmured: "Is it so difficult to make steamed buns?"
