Short Story

He had a smile on his face and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. His gorgeous robes made him look more handsome and handsome. He opened his hands. Watson remembered that he always loved to make jokes about him, and tirelessly called him "peanut, Cai Huasheng, cauliflower... Ha ha ha"... The memory stopped abruptly, and he held the plant in his hand and pulled it up. The peanut fruit was still there, and there was no light, just like those lost more than ten years. Intention: