The man's hair and eyes were the purest red.
A color that is as warm as a flame and burns hot.
——Please stop smiling.
——But I am used to smiling.
--What you up to?
——It's nothing, I just feel that it would be lonely if someone smiles all the time.
"So I will keep smiling with you until you cry."
When the engine oil finished the new cover for me, it was time for me to come back and fill in the holes.
When I finish this piece of black history, it will be the final overhaul of the entire text.
Basically, if you don't want to collect the author's column, you can just throw it in a conspicuous place. However, I am a herd person. If everyone throws it away, it would seem that I am different if I don't throw it away, so I put it here...