C130 The Father Looked at Me and Said Jealous Fu Ming Go

The rain in the late summer pats like an old man in the evening lamenting the passing of youth.

The man was lying on the deck chair on the balcony, his lonely expression actually had a bit of tiredness at the end of his life.

He held a bracelet made of pear beads in his arms and closed his eyes deeply.

It has been three years. He seemed to be unable to hold on any longer