Li Bui, an older young man studying philosophy, started from [Li Bui smiled and counted the wrinkles on the page in his mind, 'one, two, three, four', and then said slowly, "Then you know, for the question you didn't say, my answer, and, my answer."
——The answer is love, the answer is reality.
Arrive
[Li Bubu stared at Xu Zhi standing on the steps and asked the same question as he did at the door of the cinema, "Do you have any plans?"
Xu Zhi smiled and asked, "Recently?"
"The rest of my life"]
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The author feels that the more he writes, the better he becomes, but he cannot force others to tolerate his progress. Audiences, please look down
Intention: No intention