"Brother, read a hiccup story to me." The little girl was sobbing hard.
"Okay." The breeze-like voice blended with the crisp chirping of birds in the park.
But who can tell me how the cute little girl back then turned into this... Second-rate person now? !
How did that gentle little brother back then turn into the central air-conditioner he is now? ! ! !
Really! Time is like a butcher's knife!
But the good thing is that when we come back here, the time is quiet, and you... Are the same as before!