Yearning: After Eight Years of Retirement, I Was Exposed by the Mushroom House!

Really good, a rare book

The end of each chapter is not connected to the beginning of the next chapter. And I live on an island. There are no beds in the mushroom house. If I don't go back to my own home, I have to sleep in the same room with a girl.

The more I write, the more outrageous it becomes. I write one word in the front and the other in the back, and there are a lot of typos.

I can't even find the proper trash can for garbage classification.

It can be said to be very rubbish, very bad.

Emmm… It's a good score, it feels like a mouthful of old phlegm is all over my face

Dirty things that are just imagined without any logic.

What I wrote is a complete defense. I won't mention the typos. There is no logic at all in what I wrote.

I keep writing randomly. This kind of thing should be put in the family tree to appreciate instead of being released. It's disgusting.

Before I read it, my book friends told me to throw away my brains and read it. I thought I was ready, but I didn't expect that I was young, there were whales on the beach, and I could pick out barnacles with my bare hands. I couldn't stand it anymore when I saw that man casually picking up a tuna weighing hundreds of pounds. I said goodbye.