Seven years is a hurdle. Some people cannot bear the dullness and loneliness, choose to indulge for a while, and betray their feelings; some people resist the temptation of the outside world and continue to maintain a seemingly inseparable marriage life for the sake of the high moral bottom line; but what about the seven years of Lonicera and Yangyang? The years without any contact or intersection, let time weave the warp and weft in this blank space, unable to outline each other's faces, unable to touch each other's body temperature.
On this not-cold New Year's Eve of 2013, are everyone's hearts filled with warmth?
On the afternoon of New Year's Eve, I was making dumplings with my family and thinking wildly, and then I came up with this short story. On a whim, I wrote this as a souvenir. You can just take a look at it...
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