Open this book...
Ah Yang squinted and read two pages with a smile. Oh, it's a good book! Gone is the noodle bowl.
Lu Mingjie briefly scanned the beginning, glanced at the end, put it aside and read it later.
Ren Changan flipped through the pages from the beginning, reading with interest, which was five pages in half an hour.
Qiuye read the catalog carefully, reading the ones that are useful first, and reading the others slowly in the future.
Xia Youyou turned on the music and made black tea, unplugged the phone cord and turned off the mobile phone, took out her notebook, and wrote down a reading note every time she read a paragraph, fifty pages of notes, thirty pages of progress.
In fact, everyone is a serialized book, pushed by time to constantly update, and tempered by life to make the writing mature.
There are too many things to remember in the book, some stopped abruptly, some moved forward slowly, some even made the blue sky melancholy, and some settled and exuded lingering fragrance.
It's not locked anymore. Anyway, I don't know if I will continue writing and unlock it. . .