Outside the window, the moon that is about to reach the Mid-Autumn Festival is much rounder than usual, but it is still dim; The soul that has nowhere to be stored is always like a cloud fluttering with the breeze.

Xiao Han thought: After sighing, life will continue, and he will continue to fill his empty inner world with other people's stories.

This will be a bitter rain, right? He sent out a voice request.

Bitter rain: Where do you want to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival this year?

Xiao Han: Except in the moonlight, where can I go as a single dog?

Bitter Rain: You barked at the moon dog yourself?

Xiao Han: Then I will use the moon as a moon cake, and I will "、...... to the sky"

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