C335 Zizyphus

In the blink of an eye, it was June. The weather gradually turned hot and the clothes worn on the streets changed from spring attire to short-sleeved shirts. Yan Xulang died because of his official duty last year. Time flowed like water. A year had already passed so quickly.

"Wenjie, when is your unit going to be faked?" "Look at you, working at work every day, and you're almost going crazy