He received a letter, slipped it into a book, and forgot about it for more than ten years.
For more than ten years, he has been looking for an end, but found that the end of everything lies in the very beginning, in that letter that changed hands several generations before being sent.
Back then, he pushed open the wooden lattice door and met him across a hundred years.
At that time, they were still young people in their prime, without any trouble or sorrow.
(Enough with literature and art, but actually this guy wants to say... This article has no moral integrity... A happy complaint... Bugs in time and space, historical bugs, are always big bugs... It's just the product of a sudden rainstorm without an umbrella one day... Duan Xiaojun's la la la~~~···)
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