Introduction:
In the red sky, the boat goes away. Chengcai hugged his friend Xu Sanduo and was allowed to embark on a longer road.
What will happen to them next? I can only comfort myself in my imagination to soothe my heart that is agitated for them.
Hope to see more of them in our daily life.
Snippet:
The first day of my twenty-fourth year was just like any other.
Training, training, training.
Beating in the dust and mud, aiming in the rain of gunfire.
It wasn't until night that Xu Sanduo had the chance to read, hoping to find a way to preserve the bouquet.
In the end, he had no choice but to find that due to material constraints, he had to use the most primitive air-drying method.
The roots of the bouquet were tied with hemp rope, fixed with a knot, and hung in the corner of the desk.
Qi Huan ruffled the petals: "What a strange shape."
"Their stems are relatively weak and may break when left to dry." Xu Sanduo gently stroked and straightened the messed up flowers.
Qi Huan found Wu Zhe and asked him to appreciate the "end" of his gift.
Maybe he wanted to highlight his gift - "The Little Prince" was placed neatly on Xu Sanduo's bookshelf, making it appear more dignified.
Wu Zhe ignored Qi Huan and hugged Xu Sanduo: "Sanduo, thank you for cherishing me."
Intention: Never abandon, never give up