"It seems that one day, branches stretched out wantonly in front of my window, disrupting my thoughts. Everything was disrupted. I walked out of the room and looked at the last footprints you had left. The house became empty, and I guess even the insects didn't dare to visit." A novel plot that appeared in a dream, BE's result really didn't like it. My writing style is mediocre, and the article is probably just for myself. After all, it's not easy for me to find such a handsome novel [Dog Head] in my dream.
The style of painting has gradually turned into mindless short articles (roaring)
Intention: It's better to try to go back to where you were while searching, maybe he's still there