Man Feipeng still remembers the fragrance of tea wafting from the teahouse the winter before last.
Accompanied by the voice of the storyteller, the sound of cracking melon seeds, and the sound of Mr. Laughing.
His father said that he would be released after he passed the graduation exam.
Miss Shu's smile was reflected in the back of my mind, touching my nerves.
The wake-up wood fell with a snap, resounding throughout Feipeng's dream.
It seemed that he couldn't tell whether it was true or false. When he raised his head and drank from the glass filled with red wine, Man Feipeng began to dream again.
The corners of Mr. Mengli's mouth raised and the smile in his eyes.
It's so confusing.
(Tentative BE
It's slow and no pitfalls. Everyone is welcome to comment.
Intention: Look at things with a dialectical attitude.