Willows are in disorder and become silk, climbing and folding in spring. Life is a long journey of loneliness, with few pleasures for the eyes. I don't hate that my years are gone, I'm just afraid that my youth will be occupied with their worries, and half of them will be wasted away. More people die from desire, and there are still people who are obsessed with heartbreak. Even if it's just for a moment.
Introduction:
In the evening, the stove was still squeaking with boiling water, and Axiu was cleaning the palace-like room. The phone on the wall suddenly came to mind, surprising Axiu for a while, "This phone hasn't rang in many years." Axiu muttered, and reluctantly picked up the phone with a rag. , It was a clear male voice: "Hello, is Miss Su here?" As soon as Axiu heard this, she slapped the phone on the wall. Just as Axiu turned around, the phone rang again. Axiu picked up the phone and said angrily: "This person is no longer here."