In midsummer, an autistic little snail crawled out of its shell.
He Zhishi stood on the high platform and said calmly: "My name is He Zhishi. I like silence. Please don't talk to me."
What a coincidence, the "enemy" Gu Gengnian is everywhere.
When exactly did my eyes follow you unconsciously?
As the summer heats up, the orange trees planted year after year quietly grow into a beautiful story of a two-way journey.
The feelings of that time are as sweet and sour as oranges. The fox and the rabbit are separated by family, studies, dreams, reality...
"Xiao Zhi, I'm sorry for deceiving you against my heartbeat."
The joy is boundless, and I respect these years. The stories of the years are yet to be continued...
Intention: If you want to stand at the tip of the pyramid, you must gather sand to form a tower.