Mr. Meaningful Toothpick

I think of the short story I wrote when I was in junior high school. It was about the heartbroken grass and the unfeeling flower, and they finally met in Yang Guo's belly...

It brings me to tears, woo woo woo, Xiao Yao, you must be an emotional person.

So warm, so touching, I almost cried...

Wow wow wow, so sad~~~~ Yaoyao, each of your little stories is very short, but each one is very interesting.

Rape corpse... [I think I will be hunted down...]

Yaoyao, the reason why you touch us a lot is because the happiness you describe is very simple and small, and ordinary people have the opportunity to have it. I remember there was a female writer in Japan who loved to write about such small things. A drop of dew across a blade of grass or a ray of sunlight shining through a door wall would move her. I hope Yaoyao can give us more and better stories with this original intention. I wonder if Yaoyao will see this message.

It was so heartwarming, I was moved to tears. Working hard for the one you love makes yourself meaningful, what a simple happiness.

Will there be a fork version in the future? Then I use my hands. . .

It's so pitiful that I don't even dare to eat apples with toothpicks. . .

Fortunately, I don't like apples, I don't like eating apples with toothpicks, and I don't like fruit salad either!