People only live for a few moments, and this story only tells this period.
Before getting off the bus, she took out a postcard from her bag, with her stamp on the back. She handed him the postcard and he took it. She said: "I don't know if you have been to Budapest. I brought this back from my trip last month. I don't have anything else interesting on me. Don't dislike it. Thank you for sending me back."
"How many times have you said 'thank you'?"
The two of them laughed in unison. When she unbuckled her seat belt, he took out a pen from under the center console, his Adam's apple twitching, and handed the pen and postcard to her: "If you really want to thank me, just write down your phone number."
It has nothing to do with Be or He, just a fragment of two people meeting each other.
Do not enter if you are a noble person.
Intention: The age that allows anything to happen
