In 2012, snow fell on the streets, and JJ Lin's "A Thousand Years Later" was playing in the coffee shop window.
Xu Xi looked at Xie Zhouran with a smile: "What do you think we will be like in a thousand years?"
Xie Zhouran turned his head and thought for a moment, then heard her say:
"Forget it, a thousand years is too long. Then, um, three years."
…
_Later, the boy received a jar with one hundred paper cranes in it.
She said: It is too difficult to fold a thousand origami cranes, and there is no time. Get a discount.
She said:
"Peace and peace, my boy."
_The young man climbed a thousand stairs alone to pray to the Bodhisattva.
He said softly: "I hope she will be fine and everything goes well."
God bless her with peace every year
——It should be HE
-The author is a scumbag at writing.
-The writing style is biased towards sand sculpture.
[Thanks for watching, Chiu Mi. ]
[Don't steal the copy, keep it until 2021.8.17.]
Purpose: write well