Traveling through time, I came here to dig a hole. This hole is a cliché, a story related to feelings, but there is so-called truth in it, so it can be regarded as a memorial to someone.
Friends who are interested, please come and take a look at your leisure. Whether you scatter flowers or throw bricks, I am happy for you. No matter how many clicks there are, I will fill the hole.
I am on vacation, so the update speed will not be snail-paced, so you don't have to worry about this.
This article is a commemoration, so just go with it and don't think too deeply about it. I don't like torture, but it's just necessary for the development of the plot, and I have no choice. After all, this article has a strong sense of reality and is a story about people around me.
Finally, I warmly welcome all of you to watch and give me a hug. Special thanks to the first person who scattered flowers and threw bricks for me. I am so moved with tears in my eyes...