When the wind blows, follow the trail of fallen leaves, pass through twelve streets, turn right at the thirteenth street intersection, go straight to the end of the alley, and push open the old wooden door. I will be waiting for you behind the door, my most respected guest.
This article is divided into a memory chapter and a reality chapter, with a total of two pairs of CPs.
This is my first article in Jinjiang, so don't comment if you don't like it.
I am a student party member, so I don't have much time to post, but I will try my best to update it with new news once a month.
The writing is a bit shabby, please forgive me.