This is a corner of the city. A dilapidated doll was abandoned on the side of the wall. Dust covered her body. Not far away, a boy slowly walked over. In the vast sea of people, the story unfolded a sad, beautiful, and touching fairy tale. . . . . (It's useless to say more, so I won't go into details and see for yourself!)
Because the author is too lazy to write more. So, the story only has a few thousand words
Passerby A: What is this! Don't be ridiculous, classmate!
Passerby B: Okay! Talking to myself!
Me: My personality is a bit dual! I don't know, but the ideal is to break the tradition
The doll is not me! It's the idea of some modern people's stories that I understood. Ha ha! I'm being narcissistic again, that's it!
Passerby A: Let's get to the point! Classmates
Passerby B: 9494 (Fire)
Me: Okay! By the way, this is the prologue, so don't think I'm wordy! My mantra is "As long as you smile happily, the rigid culture will come alive! Everyone must "laugh" in life!"
Cough! Cough! Now let's get to the point. (Warning: My thinking is very weird. If you want to understand it, you must read it carefully, read it carefully, read it repeatedly, and understand my mind. I hope you have this awareness!)