An Oolong

I misremembered Dameng's birthday, it turned out to be tomorrow, and the black soil made a mistake.

And today, the card is going to die, and I have been entangled until now. I have written, deleted and deleted. I am always dissatisfied, and my head is big.

This kind of feeling is very strange, but I can hardly write what I am satisfied with, and the follow-up and the front are not well connected, just like a layer of window paper that cannot be pierced in front of my eyes.

Old book friends all know that the black soil is not a lazy person. The main reason is that this bottleneck has not been broken. There are many designs in the future, but it is stuck in front of me.

What I said did not come true, I was depressed, and when the black soil thought was mastered, it was all made up.

Oh, by the way, I wish Dameng a happy birthday, there is a girl day every day, and there is a present day every year.

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