Zhao Wuyan finished telling the story of the little white wolf. I was very sad. He tilted his head and looked at me: "My story is finished. It's your turn."
I said, "I can't tell stories."
He said: "You obviously know how to tell the story of the little fox."
I was a little angry and said, "I don't know how to talk."
He smiled: "Whenever you are willing to tell me the story of the little fox, I will tell you the real ending of the story just now."
In fact, what we tell are our own stories. The little white wolf is him, and the little fox is me.
It's a pity that we didn't hear the true ending of each other's story in the end.
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