Behind him is a country road filled with the setting sun, a road that he walked hand in hand in the past. The warmth of the sun is still there, but the residual warmth in the palms can never be found again. "If I become a country peasant woman in the future, will you dislike me?" "No." "Then I will marry you in the future?" "Xiaoxiao, I'm afraid you are childish now. If you still want to marry in the future, I will definitely marry you." But I don't know who is singing the song, spring is as old as before, where is the beauty smiling and holding hands...
The following 1. This article is a short hand-training story written by An An, who had itchy hands and could not bear the loneliness. The number of words is no more than 10,000.
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