"Dear guest, the move you scheduled in Hothot is effective today! May I ask whether you are coming today or tomorrow, dear?"
"Tomorrow"
"Okay, dear! If you come tomorrow, please pack your things first. We can leave directly tomorrow, dear!"
"Hmm"
After a busy tone, the phone was hung up.
The young man turned his head and stared at a certain place, ding ding ding. He looked away and took out his cell phone from his coat pocket. The boy's hands are very beautiful, and the mobile phone in his hand seems to be much more pleasing to the eye. But what was surprising was that the young man's expression was not happy, as if he was annoyed by the messages on his phone.
"Ke Yan! What do you want to do?! Why are you moving!!! Shouldn't you come back to support me and your mother in old age!!! If you move, we won't want you, a white-eyed wolf!!!"
Ke Yan ignored it and deleted his "parents" who had been harassing him for a long time.
But it must be useless, Ke Yan thought to himself.
He stood up and walked towards the place he had been staring at for a long time. It was a large cabinet, and there was only one thing on it, and that was dried flowers. Ke Yan seemed to be organizing things according to the instructions on the phone.
"What is this?" I saw a book covered in gray in Ke Yan's hand. There were only two words "diary" on it that were hard to distinguish. Ke Yan opened the diary and it seemed to be a "memoir" of his youth.
The dim sky seemed to be telling Ke Yan's unspeakable longing.
That's it! Memoirs open! --
Intention: "Love"