Just a little bit.

Say goodbye to some of the past. Such as smoke ~~~~

……

It was a circle of 12 people.

I've never been so rampant in strangers' circles.

I threw the link to the book indiscriminately.

Xiao Yao and I chatted as if no one was inside.

We post a lot of all kinds of cute or not-cute expressions and pictures.

I'm still singing in it. Show off your handiwork. Do all sorts of ridiculous things.

Cover your face. This is completely unimaginably absurd.

It's simply infinitely crazy and humiliating......

When I think about it, my face is burning and I have a fever......

We are friends when we play the game.

But what are we when we don't play games anymore......

Suddenly, I felt a little sour in my heart.

yes, what are we when we don't play games?

***

Jing Jing lost all her equipment yesterday.

Just now, when we were sending a message in the group, he left the group.

I've always seen Jing Jing as a representative of a normal player.

An ordinary player. He doesn't like to talk much. Not too enthusiastic, and not so bored as crazy as we were before.

His withdrawal made me feel that I was annoying others by continuing to do this in this group.

It's like a debauchery.

This is a repugnant act.

It's not what I want me to be.

That's not what I wanted.

I open the group. Silently pull to the end. Look at the button that deletes and exits.

Take another look at the people in the group. Corner, Blowing Wind, Xiaoqing, Yunduo, LLLCC, Xiaoyao, Xingyu, Hidden Emperor.

Goodbye, friends.

Once Loved You, My 103.

I'm going to miss you guys.

****

Writing is a lonely thing.

I have always felt that it is a shame to forcibly throw my work to others.

It's like a showmanship.

Every time I do that, I'm actually very ashamed.

I also know that marketing is always needed to have someone watch.

But I'm still not used to it. The words I write have my pride.

If you like it, come and see.

If you don't like it, I'll appreciate it myself.