Pray for Mayfly to Live Forever

After many years, Cheng Si finally saw Zhang Qingsheng again. At this time, Zhang Qingsheng's eyes were slightly squinted, covering his cloudy eyes just right. But his gray hair is still exposed, the wrinkles on his face are still stacked, and his waist is still hunched... All of this shows the traces carved by the years on his body. Zhang Qingsheng is seventy-one years old. Getting old. He is a real old man. "Who are you? Did you go to the wrong door? I don't know you." Zhang Qingsheng looked at Cheng Si and said. It can be seen from this that he is also old and confused. Cheng Si sighed secretly, walked towards Zhang Qingsheng, naturally took the things in Zhang Qingsheng's hands, held them in his own hands, and then said to Zhang Qingsheng: "Brother Sheng, hurry up and open the door. My legs are sore after standing here for such a long time." That familiar look doesn't look like they haven't seen each other for decades, but like relatives who live together every day... (I've been planting a lot of grass lately, short stories of less than 10,000 words, it's a pleasure to read, welcome to read~) It has the same tragic tone as "There is a Wangyang Mountain in a Dream". Those who like this short story will also like "Our Wangyang Mountain". It is in the column. You are welcome to read it. Motto: Don't rush and don't miss out.