The Chinese New Year's Eve of 2020 was spent on the plane, and looking down at the fireworks from the sky, it was really the first time in my life to live for a long time.

"How long are we left?" I asked, leaning on his shoulder.

There was a long silence.

Something was gently rubbing my jaw.

His hands were actually warm.

Suddenly, he spoke: "Fifteen minutes to land, isn't it uncomfortable?"

My hand was gently grasped, and he paused for a moment: "Shall I tell you a story, and the story will fall to the ground when it is finished." ”

For some reason, I felt a slight pang in my heart, but I felt a little funny, and I had a ......

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