"Host, please familiarize yourself with the plot." In a short period of time, Xu Xingyao's phone rang three times, and she hurriedly picked it up.
"I am your system. Since you are ranked at the top of the list of the unhappiest people in the world, I have been arranged to help you."
The refreshing sea breeze made her fall into memories.
"Yes, I was still chirping with you every day at that time. You must think I was naive. I felt that the summer at that time was purer and more dreamy than now. Maybe it's because I have grown up now and can no longer experience summer with the curiosity I had back then. Whether it was novels, comics or TV potato chips, I could easily be satisfied at that time, even the scenery."
The God of Cookery has been pursuing transcendence for eight hundred years, but in the end he has moved towards another kind of addiction. No matter whether the way of food lies in immortals, mortals, himself or technology, facing the absolute end, the scenery is just different.
Formation and residence are bad and empty.
"The way his eyes see the world is very much like the auxiliary lines in her camera, which divide the entire landscape into nine pieces. ... And she is the most beautiful in his eyes."
"In the infinite possibilities, I will go to a finite end with you."
"My heartbeat and I were born when you were little."
(Lightning protection: world travel, male protagonists entering cautiously, daily rhythm, non-standard cool writing and other unexpected overlapping shields)
Concept: the true taste of the world of mortals
Writer
Night and Elegant Dream