Many years later, Sui Rilai was drunk in a bar at the end of the street. He slumped on the table weakly, holding a ring in his hand. The words engraved on the inside of the ring were rubbed by Sui Rilai with his thumb. With his last bit of reason, he turned on his phone and called The person he had known for nearly eight years sent the first message. He typed slowly on the keyboard with two fingers. Tears fell one drop at a time on the table. After pressing the send button, Suirilai's expression was not very good, and his dim eyes looked down at random.
After the entertainment was over, Shi Jingshang took a shower and looked at the familiar city in front of him. He sighed helplessly, turned on his phone, and received a message from an old friend.
——Give me another one with diamonds.
Intention: writing and playing