On the seventh day, I didn't have the strength to ramble, and now I feel like squeezing toothpaste out of my head, painful, and I guess what I wrote doesn't look like it, and I can't tell it myself.

Let's take a look at the situation tomorrow, there are three better, and if you can't write it, take it slowly.

In the end, there are still three words: ask, month, ticket!

(To be continued......)