Do you remember anything? ——Sender Zuo Yu
Jiang Qi carried his suitcase and wore a black windbreaker with full aura. He took out his mobile phone and called Zuo Yu. The first thing he said when he came up was get out of here and don't delay my work.
Holding a pen in his slender and clean hand, he wrote down precise experimental data. Hearing a ding-dong sound, Lu Xu took out his phone and glanced at the boring news that could be called a joke, his fingertips trembled slightly.
The message was circulated in circles, and finally changed to a red exclamation point. Zuo Yu was leaning against the window, his fingertips randomly scratching unknown handwriting on the glass. There were tumbled manuscripts piled up on the ground next to him.
The title of the manuscript is That Year, Zuo Yu's cell phone dinged twice, and two messages appeared side by side - That Year.
This novel is written for myself, because one night I especially needed such a story. If you happen to read this, thank you for stopping by.
[Pay attention to lightning protection: 1. Same-sex marriage and childbearing background settings 2. Slow-paced daily writing If any lightning strikes, exit directly]
Purpose: Learn responsibility, responsibility, and love