I still don't know the outcome of this accident, but a new story has taken root and sprouted from the broken branch. I followed this branch and climbed to the top, and learned the whole story.
At first I didn't care too much about this joke-like game. I went back to my school days and I finally saw the full picture of everything. The bitterness of each other's youth is like a green plum, because the other's existence is still sweet.
In a strange subway workshop and a familiar bus stop, it was the first time for a young man to meet. He still introduced himself skillfully, "Hello, my name is Mo Ming/Guishi."
The young man leaning next to him is sleeping
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