In the fifth year since he left, Xu Yu felt a little tired. The dark nights were always so long, and she was enveloped in sad tears. She thought she would not get better.
The evening breeze of early autumn blew on me, the sea water lapped at the surface, and his voice came to my ears: "Xu Yu, don't cry."
In the smoky alley, Xu Yu took the milk he handed and thought: This person is really strange.
Later, Xu Yu took his hand and said, "Take me away."
Purpose: live a good life