There is a money tree in the corner with one petiole and five leaves.
In the small bar, the boss is making cocktails. She was sitting at the bar, her phone vibrating without video. Next to him, a middle-aged bald man talked nonsense. Near the door, a couple was whispering softly. In the corner, a man with gray hair on his temples was drinking alone without saying a word. Four more young people came in. They ate hot pot and smelled very spicy.
The hand of time quietly moves in small steps, and the picture is like a repeatedly played movie, which is the beginning, the past, and the future.
Alcohol awakened her memory, and for some reason, she remembered the Yangchun noodles she had eaten tonight.
Memories can be lost, but they can also be created.
Family is the light. For the bright light, it is worth it no matter how tired you are.
I think people shouldn't have bad luck because of honesty and frankness.
If it is convenient, it would be best if you could come to the beach to see me.
It's five stories, but it's also one story. The stories that happen around us stem from people's curiosity, enthusiasm, kindness and simple love.
Concept: We are three-dimensional, and there are always places where the sun cannot shine.
