The Seventh Dusk

"Hey, Gu Huai, are you going to take photos?"

"Yeah."

"I'm an artist, an illustrator. I hear the 'Desert Post Office' is pretty interesting."

Gu Huai glanced at Ye Xun, then turned his indifferent gaze out the car window. The journey was long, he thought, but having Ye Xun around would make it more entertaining.

tips:

1. A short story, fully written in advance

2. Entirely fictional, with no real-life basis

3. Feel free to bookmark and read

Theme: Life is a flower that turns toward the sun