Gu Xian: "Hey, I heard that walking in your four courtyards is windy."
Lu Xilou: "Yeah"
Gu Xian: "Then take a look, is that little cutie from your fourth hospital?"
Lu Xilou looked up when he heard this, and only had time to see the young man's leaving figure and the fluttering corners of his clothes.
Wu Yan lowered his head and gritted his teeth: "Lu Xilou, anyone can call me crazy, but you can't. Even if lunatic is the highest praise given to a person by your fourth hospital, you can't call me that."
Lu Xilou asked in a deep voice: "Why?"
Wu Yan raised his head and raised a big smile at Lu Xilou, with bright tears in his eyes: "Because I am your mascot, don't call me crazy, be good."
Intention: The past will always pass, and the future will be in the future. When we meet, we only have the present.