Ji Yuan sat at the door with two cigarette butts beside him.
A pair of faded Swoosh Nikes stepped on the blackened snow, red sweatpants with two stripes on the sides, and the cotton jacket outside the black T-shirt could also be seen to be a bit old. The small chain hanging around the neck was hidden inside the clothes.
There was a burst of cheers from the sliding door with a half-torn poster on it. Someone opened the crack slightly, and the sound of "One hundred and twenty-eight pieces, sixty-four pieces, keep going for two hours" and the white mist of cigarettes overflowed from inside.
Ji Yuan lowered his head and wrote a few lines in the notebook, then put the pen and the notebook together in the iron basket hooked on the door frame.
"Where?" Mom soaked her hair in the hot water in the bucket, and there was a circle of foam floating on the edge.
"Changzhong." Ji Yuan said, "Jiang An said I could pick him up today."
*1V1, Ji Yuan attacks, Jiang An suffers, but I'm not allowed to write down the details, so it's okay.
*Wild birds chase bad cats.
*I don't often reply to comments because I'm too stupid to talk nonsense, but I love reading it.
Intention: Life is so tiring, you are so cute, find your own future and happiness in ordinary life
Reader comments
I really love this writing style, which is a bit uninhibited and juvenile. Although sometimes I can't grasp the plot points, this writing style is really amazing. It's just that the grasp of the plot is a bit inaccurate, and it feels like a stream of consciousness. But I still have to praise this writing style again. It's like ice soda in the summer, with a bit of summer flavor and boyishness.
It's so romantic. Whether it's the high-spiritedness of a young man or the love that's so grand that even the stars in the sky can hear it, it's all so beautiful (I shed tears).
I really love this writing style, which is a bit uninhibited and juvenile. Although sometimes I can't grasp the plot points, this writing style is really amazing. It's just that the grasp of the plot is a bit inaccurate, and it feels like a stream of consciousness. But I still have to praise this writing style again. It's like ice soda in the summer, with a bit of summer flavor and boyishness.
It's so romantic. Whether it's the high-spiritedness of a young man or the love that's so grand that even the stars in the sky can hear it, it's all so beautiful (I shed tears).
"The world" is a big bug for the author~