[ "Hey, Yan'er, if it hadn't been for my move back then, how could I have had gray hair now?" The old man in green said with a hint of slyness.
The old man didn't reply, but clenched his other hand, which was also withered.
If I hadn't already promised you, how could you go to the ends of the earth with me?
I promise you a lifetime, and a hundred years later we are still holding hands.
It's actually a pretty relaxing article... I hope you can encourage newbies to write, dear - -