Flowers bloom like fire, but also like loneliness.
Decades of time have passed by in a flash, and there are only a few things that can be remembered. When I grow old, what is printed in my cloudy and dim eyeballs is nothing more than the love and following I had when I was young.
She is Bai Lu, a personal photographer who runs a small coffee shop in her spare time. She is accompanied by three or two friends. One is Monet, the proprietress of the red house pub, known as Miss Mo, a strange woman who makes a lot of noise; the other is Rong Mo Mo, who has a coquettish appearance and a body The material is good, and the name is so exciting; and then there is Anzhi, a close friend from high school who stayed in California for 5 years and returned to China for some reasons. When he died, he left the little devil An Feng to Bai Lu. An Feng was a person who spoke sinisterly and was a typical Scorpio man. He was less than five years old and had flirted with countless girls, which is admirable.
In general, this is a story for my own entertainment. Readers passing by can just take a look. If you like it, you are welcome to discuss it together.