Although I really want to use code words to forget some things, but this rainy Qingming season is really very depressed, remembering many things in the past, as if everything happened yesterday, how can I not lift the pen to write a novel.

However, the past is always in the past, and no matter how much you miss that time, life must continue on its own. Birth, old age, sickness and death are equal to everyone, and there will be no difference because you are rich or poor.

May Dad rest in peace in the world of the deceased, and I hope that all readers will treat their families well.

BY: The bread that came back from the rain with an umbrella today【】[]