Has Mr. Xu Confessed His Love Today?

I saw those little glutinous fish at the supermarket, and then I actually bought them... Then I even tried to imitate a pufferfish and ate them one by one! I have to say, that pufferfish has such a big mouth! I ate for ages and still couldn't finish! Mengda, are you promoting this? 🙂

Welcoming Spring and Receiving Blessings for the New Year

That's more like him.

The construction site is very noisy today; please be careful when watching videos. Noise and dust fly together, autumn blends with the earth in one color. I don't know if it's because of autumn, but it was very dusty today. I changed my activated carbon mask twice.

Small pufferfish

Working overtime on the weekend, today's construction site was like crossing a single-plank bridge. I had to walk across these planks, the cement on the right wasn't dry and there was a pit on the left. These planks were just temporary structures. If I were even a little overweight and had poor balance, I wouldn't have been able to get across 😆.

In modern urban fiction, there are few works that vividly depict specific industries, which has even given rise to works that focus on a particular industry, namely, industry fiction. This article is highly relevant to the commercial interior design field; it's not something I imagined or pieced together from research, but rather based on my actual experience in this industry.

I'd be doing the author a disservice if I didn't post about it. I read it for free a couple of days ago, and it's a masterpiece. The language is outstanding, making it suitable for careful reading. The emotions conveyed between the lines are very moving, and the characters are also quite well-developed.

Happy holidays! By the way, author, don't you consider historical fiction? The language is outstanding! It's like borrowing springtime from the heavens!

This book is so romantic and heartwarming; the tender whispers of two lovers, their devoted hearts forever like butterflies drawn to flowers. The word "love," which transcends time, falls lightly from the fingertips. Listening to the serene sound of the flute, gazing upon the magnificent landscape, why not sing and stroll leisurely? Such a masterpiece, if it doesn't become divine, may it be struck by lightning and its city destroyed. I offer this small note as a small token of my appreciation.