When people reach middle age, time is very expensive: whether it is work, family, parents, or entertainment. Why comfort yourself? Just games, novels, and cars.
Naihe: The more beautiful the game becomes, but the memories of staying up all night are like searching for a sword while searching for a boat;
The novel is richer, but the resonance of empathy is like fishing for the moon in the water;
As the cars changed, the adrenaline never surged like it did when I was a teenager.
One day in the garage, holding the steering wheel, I looked at Nomi sadly. Perhaps, you can write something to yourself, just like a love letter written by a middle-aged man to yourself. What to write? I can't help but think of the afternoon when I first encountered "Junior" during the summer vacation in fifth grade of elementary school. Nomi, please accompany me for a ride this time, and let's recall those 100% amazing, exciting and focused moments together.
