A gust of wind like chocolate blew away the old and yellowed diary that was originally piled up into dust. It was obvious that the age of the diary could be seen. Another gust of wind blew away the memories in the diary. The pages danced with the rhythm of the wind. Accidentally, the photos sandwiched in the diary slipped. There is a hint of old shadow, but the content in the photo can be clearly seen: 7 boys with different temperaments and 1 girl with a sick personality. They hugged each other very closely, and their sunny smiles filled the entire photo. The blue sky seemed to be telling their story. In the dark attic, this small photo shone with a dark purple light.
The door of the attic opened, and the "creep" sound caused the weak wind to blow the basil photos together. "In a thousand or ten thousand years, will anyone still remember us? Remember this little story, about 7 little boys and 1 girl in this little world?"
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Damn, I came here from Tieba~
I finally finished reading it, but I still have a feeling that it is still unfinished. I particularly like the writing, which is as light as a gurgling stream. It is not ostentatious but has a subtle charm. It must be two words that are the best. I hope to see more masterpieces from adults
Give a score first and continue reading the article
Damn, I came here from Tieba~
I finally finished reading it, but I still have a feeling that it is still unfinished. I particularly like the writing, which is as light as a gurgling stream. It is not ostentatious but has a subtle charm. It must be two words that are the best. I hope to see more masterpieces from adults