Today is the sixth time that girlfriend Lu Shiyi meets her parents.
My parents and I waited in the hotel for a full four hours. During this period, I called her countless times, but no one answered.
Just when I was about to type the last one, Lu Shiyi's best friend Song Jingning sent a message to a circle of friends located in a suburban hotel.
"We're going from eighteen to eighty."
The accompanying picture shows a woman's snow-white back, with a coquettish Hibiscus flower on her exposed shoulder.
A mutual friend booed: "It's better to talk to CP about my first love."
I silently liked it and commented: "Remember to bury them together after death, and don't come out to harm others in the next life."
