Ten Years·flowers Blooming on the Road, Thinking About Innocence

Ten years ago, you and I met in Changbai. Ten years later, you and I are strangers. Obviously not a stranger, but stranger than a stranger... Intention: [Take the robber ⑧, jump over the sea of sand, ignore the hidden sea flowers, simply make fun of the blind man × Wu Xie, and satisfy the regret of watching the stolen pen]