Xiaoqiao, who was preparing to move, dug out a rusty wooden box from the corner while cleaning up the abandoned attic.
Box,
And those bits and pieces of childhood and youth that have been gradually forgotten are gradually forgotten by Xiaoqiao as the box
Remembered it,
As he looked at the sky alone on the lawn, he felt like a picture buried deep in the ground, deeply carved into the memory of the small bridge.
In the memory of several years,
As the years get older and the time cannot be chased, the negatives of memory will finally see the light of day!
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Renamed, originally "Memory Box"