One day in 2023 at noon. Someone told me that the end of the world has come. I stayed at home in a daze, and my mind was full of images of people in the end of the world being panicked, the world falling, and everyone struggling for survival...
As a result, when I opened the door and took a look, the seven aunts and eight grandma didn't visit the door, and the door was closed. There was no apocalyptic atmosphere at all. Isn't this world the apocalypse? Shouldn't we all struggle on our own? Aren't zombies scary? Why hasn't much changed except that there are fewer people on the street?
There is indeed something wrong with this apocalypse...
(This article is inspired by the new coronavirus and pays tribute to the angels in white. Dear readers who feel uncomfortable, please click ❌ in the upper right corner immediately. The author has a glass heart.
See Wen Tu Le, this article is purely for entertainment and nonsense. Any similarity is purely coincidental. )
Ps: The first perspective of the copywriting, the third perspective of the article.
Intention: Relaxation, the family is long and the family is short