On the last night before going abroad, I got very drunk in a bar, picked up a man and kissed him. A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and the last night in the country is worth a thousand pieces of gold.
It turned out that it was only at the last step that I discovered that the numbers were mixed.
Damn, I haven't snatched him yet.
Early the next morning, for the sake of face, I didn't bother to add WeChat, so I hurriedly flew abroad.
For the next seven years, before doing anything, I would always ask, "Is there no chance of a collision?"
Intention: Fate is wonderful.