During the New Year's Day holiday when I was about to turn 17, it snowed heavily, and everything I could see in Anshi was covered with snow.
In the evening, almost all the shops on the roadside were closed, and there were very few passers-by on the street. Nan Zhichu held an extremely delicate gift box with his hands. A gray and light blue plaid scarf wrapped half of his face, revealing his nose that was red from the cold. His eyes revealed a touch of sadness. The plaid scarf hanging on his chest was wrapped in the gift box with his hands.
Behind Nan Zhichu came the harsh sound of rollers and concrete floors, which was very obvious on the lonely street. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the source of the sound. What he saw was a boy wearing a black denim jacket, a gray sweatshirt, and slim pants. His legs were straight and long. I was caught off guard and looked at the boy.
This was his first meeting with him.
Intention: Give you a bunch of platycodon
