I'm a newbie, so don't blame me for not writing well!
I have always firmly believed in my heart (emphasis added)
The feeling of attack = the feeling of enjoyment (no refutation accepted)
So the articles I write are basically about who is pitiful and who enjoys it. You must be on the wrong side! ! !
Occasionally I will counterattack (depending on my recent mood)
(I want to manually light an 82-year-old cigar. I had an accident. Bah! I have a story. Do you want to hear it...)
Source of inspiration for the story: I have a young senior brother, and I told him a story once.
I am weak and helpless: Senior brother, if you go to the dissection room of the medical school on duty tonight, when you are counting the tissues soaked in formalin by yourself, what's going on when you click around and find an extra corpse?
The simple and innocent little senior brother (serious face): I don't know.
The sinister and evil me: That's you who just fell in...
The trembling little senior brother:...
Then he looked at me with eyes that were confused and filled with a hint of sadness.
Dei! I just want to match him with a boss! If you think it's cool, give me a collection and let me slowly write about a big boss who fell from the sky.
(I'm afraid that my junior brother wants to beat me to death, 233333)
Purpose: Live a good life