No one knows what happened sixteen years ago. Everyone just writes fairy tales one after another according to their own thoughts. But the so-called fact is to smash all the beautiful fairy tale parts into pieces, and then they are willing to reveal their true colors. Only after seeing those mottled stories do we finally want to believe that some things are best never known.
There is nothing more complicated and hateful than sisterhood in this world. The more you like her, the less you dare to say it... As much as you love her, you hate her...
Watching his back walking away, I suddenly remembered that in Qiucheng, he wore a dark brown thin woolen coat and ran under the small hotel to deliver theater performance records to his sister. When he left the intersection, he turned back and glanced at his sister. Under the clear sky after the rain and on the still wet ground, his departure was so affectionate.