When the summer sea meets the winter snow, do they blend into each other or drift away?
Haizi entered the 10-digit phone number and carefully added another digit at the end.
The call was dialed: "Hello, sorry to bother you, I'm looking for someone, I'm at the station today..."
"That's me!" The other end of the phone suddenly interrupted his story.
"Hey, your phone won't crash, right?" There was a chuckle from the other end of the phone, and then asked: "How many calls have you made?"
"This call is number nine."
"Hello, my destined and persistent new friend."
"Hello, new friend." Haizi's eyes turned into lines with a smile.
Conception: