Peaceful, Not Peaceful

My name is Ping An, and my name is irony. When I was six years old and had a fever of 40 degrees, my parents said "I can't die" at the mahjong table; On my sixteenth birthday, there was only half a bag of frozen dumplings in the refrigerator. Until I met Xiaoyao She remembered how I added three pieces of sugar to my coffee and waited with me for the last bus in the rain. On the day we broke up, it was 36°C and I shivered at the gate of her school for two hours. It's impossible for us. "She avoided my eyes. Later I became a best-selling author, writing about perfection in the world. When the flashlights at the book launch conference were dazzling, my phone suddenly vibrated: The last bus you are waiting for, I will accompany you this time.