In a simple and warm coffee shop, the old man took out the thick, yellowed diary and walked out of the shop. His figure disappeared into the white snow. Where is he going? I don't know, maybe I'm going to meet a friend I haven't seen for a long time...
The author's writing style is average. This is my first time writing, so please don't say bad things in the comment area, thank you!
Intention: Say goodbye to prejudice