When I first met Qiao He, he really looked like a crane that strayed into a flock of chickens.
And I am the mud duck in the ditch.
Neither of us looks down on the other.
Later, he jumped into the ditch and said:
Xiaoshu, can you stop pushing me away.
But what can I do.
What separates us is not only our secular identity, but also his mother and my mother.
Lightning protection:
1. Slightly rustic style
2. First person
Intention: love