Youth Contract

Lin Mo in the summer evening, the sunset cuts off the afterglow, everything is quiet like a frozen shot, dissipated in the torrent of time, with the residual warmth of youthful expansion, leaving some regrets that the scenery cannot compete with the withering, the sad Trojan horse keeps spinning, unable to turn back to the past and the past. Some people's youth is like a regular script, Some people's youth is like a wild book, But Lin Mo's youth is nothing. He clumsily crawled out a contract on top of his youth like an ant...