It was late winter and the smog was thick.
The whole city is shrouded in a gray sky, like a doomsday world.
The building of Chunhe R&D Center is brightly lit no matter day or night.
For the launch of the new car, the entire Prime team has been working continuously for more than a month.
Jingming put forward very strict requirements this time. Before the competition, the new car must be tested for at least three consecutive months.
That is, the new car has to come out in early January.
That winter was extremely hard and tiring, with high-intensity work and overtime every day and night.
I don't know if it's because of Jing Ming or because of Li Wei, but Du Ruo vaguely feels that the pressure on all the team members, including He Wang, is extremely heavy. It's a completely different atmosphere from when I was in school.
As the deadline moved forward, the atmosphere in the lab grew tense.
Until the last day of December, all the preparatory work was ready, just waiting for the New Year's Day holiday to enter the factory for assembly. The burdens on everyone have only dropped a little, but they don't feel relieved at all. The car assembly in the next few days is still a technical job.
It was past eight o'clock in the evening when everyone finished the docking work, and went out to have a meal together, and it was ten o'clock after the meal.
There is a happy New Year's Eve atmosphere on the street, and well-dressed men and women are wandering on the street late at night.
But the group of them was exhausted during this period, and they had no intention of celebrating the new year, and just wanted to go home and bury their heads in a deep sleep, so they disbanded on the spot.
Jing Ming drove Du Ruo away.
Du Ruo stretched himself on the co-pilot, and asked, "Are you tired recently?"
"I am OK, you?"
"I'm fine. Unlike you, there are so many things to be responsible for and worry about. Not as tired as you."
He smiled, noncommittal.
When the car drove to the side of the ring road, Jing Ming suddenly asked, "Do you want to go to school?"
Du Ruo was surprised: "Now?"
"Um."
Street lights streamed down from the windshield, and passed over his sharp and slightly tired profile.
She swallowed "You should go back to rest early" on the edge of her mouth. Faintly aware that tomorrow will be a car, he may need to go out for a walk, take a breath, and relax.
"Okay." Du Ruo said, and smiled: "Going back to school for New Year's Eve is very meaningful, and I have wanted to go back to school for a long time."
He unconsciously bent his lower lip again.
In the middle of the night, there was no traffic jam on the ring road, and we arrived at the school soon.
Du Ruo leaned over the window and took a look. It had been six years, and the snack street in front of the school didn't seem to have changed much, but the shops had changed a lot.
The previous jujube cake shop disappeared and became a milk tea shop. At this time, there are many students buying milk tea in the store.
Before he had time to observe more, his eyes flickered and he entered the campus.
She suddenly remembered the scene when she entered the school for the first time. The trees on both sides of the road shaded the sun, and the red banner was drawn in the sky. Jingming's red sports car disappeared around the corner.
But now, the campus on a winter night is quiet. On both sides of the road, the trees are bare. The street lamps illuminated, casting rugged shadows.
The birds that have not returned to the south for the winter hopped on the branches here, and went to the lawn there to peck a few stones.
It's so quiet.
Jingming parked the car and took Du Ruo down.
It snowed last week, and the weather is fine this week without smog.
The air was cold at night, Du Ruo exhaled, and the mist scattered like cotton.
There is no one on the campus boulevard.
The street lights are dim and the tree shadows are mottled, as if leading to an endless distance.
Du Ruo was in a great mood, trotted up to hold Jingming's arm, and walked forward aimlessly with him.
"Why do you suddenly want to come to school today?"
"Don't you say New Year's Eve?"
"When did you pay so much attention to the sense of ritual?"
"Don't you just like these things?" He said, rubbing his eyes after a while, "However, I also want to take a look. I'm too tired recently, so come and walk."
Du Ruo raised his head, the light and shadow of the branches slid across Jing Ming's handsome face, like running water.
"There's a lot of pressure about the car?"
"fine."
The world is quiet, only the sound of her and his footsteps.
She didn't ask further, and said again: "Have you been back to school afterward?"
"No. This is the first time. What about you?"
"I haven't either." Du Ruo said, "It feels like the school hasn't changed much."
Jing Ming laughed at her stupidity: "What changes can the school make? Build a highway?"
She pinched his hand lightly, tilted her head, and leaned on his shoulder: "That's right. The flowers, plants, trees, teaching buildings and dormitories have not changed. It's just that the people who enter and leave the campus change year after year.
Hey, do you remember, this road is very beautiful in autumn, there are ginkgo trees on this side, and maple trees in front, golden and red, very beautiful. "
"I don't have any impression." He said, and when he remembered something, he smiled, "I remember that you like to look up at the sky when you walk, just like a fool."
Du Ruo: "..."
After he finished laughing, he looked down at her: "Is it cold?"
"It's not cold."
He still held her hand and put it in his pocket.
The man's palm was hot as fire.
The two walked slowly to the front of the library, and saw the lights on each floor of the building, and the silhouettes of students bent over their desks in the windows.
Jing Ming: "Do you want to go in?"
Du Ruo didn't think: "It's weird, it feels like it's not our place anymore.... Let's go to the laboratory building!"
"Walk."
Go around the path full of tree shadows and walk to the laboratory building.
The moment he entered the door, the faint smell of mechanical metal in the building came to his face. It is said that smell can carry memory. The familiar breath instantly made people go back to six years ago, back to the time when they went in and out of the laboratory building every day. Young, golden past.
For a while, both of them were a little quiet.
Go to the elevator hall and wait for the elevator.
Jing Ming's eyes fell on the elevator keys, and he suddenly said, "Look, it's worn out."
The elevator hall was shiny new back then.
Yes, six years have passed, how could the school not have changed
Take the elevator upstairs and go through the hallway. The floor still looked clean, the walls were still white, but... something was different. The once brand new feeling no longer exists. The years have covered it with a faint withered yellow. It's like posting old photos at the beginning, I can't tell the difference, but the feeling is very clear and sharp. Even a trace of cracked lines on the wall is particularly dazzling.
The two walked to the Prime Lab and looked inside through the glass on the door.
The room was brightly lit, and several young students were doing experiments.
Time is like water, things change.
"It seems that the equipment has been replaced with new ones." Du Ruo said.
"The previous ones should be eliminated." Jing Ming glanced around, "Look, the tables and chairs have also been changed."
The two stood on the side of the glass for a while, but it was difficult to go in again.
After a long time, Jing Ming said, "Let's go."
"Um."
After passing through the corridor, he finally asked, "How did you deal with the laboratory?"
Du Ruo: "The police sealed the lab. After it was left for a long time, it was full of dust. Everything in it was unusable.... Probably because of this, the school changed everything."
Jing Ming was silent for a long time, and then asked: "During that time, did you have a bad time in school?"
"Nope." Du Ruo smiled immediately, "At that time, everyone was scolding you, who has the time to talk to me?"
Jingming didn't ask any more questions.
After leaving the laboratory building, the cold wind came in late at night, and Du Ruo shrank obediently to Jingming's side like a little quail.
At this moment, there are more students on the road.
As it approached midnight, many people were running and laughing outside, and the howling of boys could be heard from the windowsill of the dormitory building.
Du Ruo walked slowly beside him, and gradually, a smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
Walking through the playground, she remembered her heartbeat when she saw him running during her morning reading;
After passing the dormitory building and the balcony, she once recognized his shirt at a glance;
Passing by the government affairs building, she was following him but he found her, blushing with anxiety;
Walking through the activity classroom, she once danced a passionate dance on New Year's Eve.
It turns out that there are so many happy things in the memory.
"Jingming."
"Um?"
"We will come to school once a year from now on, shall we?"
"good."
"Then… "
"What?"
"Tomorrow's car assembly will definitely go well, don't worry. I will help you make New Year's wishes later."
"… Um."
"come on!"
"cut!"
The water vapor in the middle of the night lingered around the street lamps, forming a faint hazy circle of light.
The night got deeper.
When I arrived at the parking lot and was about to get in the car, I suddenly heard the laughter of the students on campus, hearty and cheerful, piercing the night sky and echoing in the cold air: "10, 9—"
Du Ruo's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help jumping: "It's New Year's Eve!"
Jing Ming also stopped and stared at her.
"6, 5—"
Du Ruo spoke quickly: "My new year's wish is that you become number one in the world!"
Jing Ming was taken aback for a moment, then smiled suddenly: "Chun'er."
"Um?"
"fine."
"..."
"2, 1—"
He smiled and put a kiss on her lips: "Happy New Year."
It's okay, I just hope that in the passing time, every important moment can be with you. . . .
chapter 86
The first week of the new year is the time for Prime to assemble cars.
Jing Ming, He Wang, Wan Ziang, Zhu Tao, and a dozen or so auto engineers stay in the workshop every day.
Back then, they had to find someone to borrow, but now they have their own workshops, automotive engineers and production lines.
Du Ruo didn't plan to watch it, fearing that he would be nervous.
It was at this moment that she realized that this time was really different. This time, the pressure to start again was so great that she couldn't breathe.
She didn't look at it, didn't ask, and stayed in the laboratory with the rest of the people.
As usual, wait for him to go home together every night.
He told her to go back first, because he sometimes worked until two o'clock in the morning, but she refused and stubbornly wanted to wait for him to come together. He didn't discourage it either.
Regarding the progress of the car assembly, she never showed any expectation or anxiety in front of him, did not reveal any emotion, and only silently waited in her heart for the day when he would inform him that the car had been assembled.
However, a week has passed, and the car has not been assembled yet.
Du Ruo faintly felt that something was wrong, but she didn't dare to ask, only seeing Jingming Hewang and the others getting tired day by day.
On the tenth night, around seven or eight o'clock.
Du Ruo and Tu Zhiyuan were building models in the laboratory, when they suddenly received a call from Wan Ziang, asking her to go to the workshop.
Du Ruo asked: "Are you ready?"
Wan Ziang was silent for a second, and said, "You come first. You are alone. Don't tell Tu Zhiyuan and the others."
Du Ruo's heart skipped a beat, she had a bad premonition, quickly put on the down jacket, braved the cold wind in the middle of January and ran to the workshop, and ran into Wan Ziang in the corridor.
After staying up late and working for more than ten days in a row, Wan Ziang was extremely haggard.
"What's wrong?"
Wan Ziang said, "Jingming has something wrong."
Du Ruo was nervous for a moment: "What's the problem?"
"He..." Wan Ziang scratched his hair in pain, "After the car was installed and disassembled, he was not satisfied. He always felt that there was something wrong with it. He was tormenting him crazy."
"Then tell him well."
"We, we can't say it. Because..." Wan Ziang looked at her, his eyes were bloodshot, "Du Ruo, we are also afraid, in case his feelings are right. Li Wei's matter is all of us The shadow in my heart. But he is the captain, and if he does not take the lead in making decisions, none of us dare."
Du Ruo bit her lip and walked to the workshop.
At first sight, she was taken aback.
Ten days have passed, and the place is still a mess. Except for a chassis, the car doesn't even have a prototype.
He Wang and the others were exhausted and silent, sorting out the system devices scattered all over the floor in twos and threes.
Jing Ming stood beside the test bench, propping up the table with one hand, flipping through the design drawings rapidly with the other, with a very bad expression on his face.
When she walked over, he noticed something, raised his head, his lips were slightly dry, and his eye sockets were a little sunken.
Seeing Du Ruo, he froze for a moment.
He didn't speak, just lowered his head and went on with his business.
Du Ruo asked, "Why hasn't it been done yet?"
"..." He frowned, as if he was reluctant to speak, "I'm in some trouble."
She licked her lips and asked, "What's the trouble?"
"You don't have to worry about things here." Although his tone was patient, he was not impatient.
She blushed slightly, but she was not angry.
The people around noticed something, and all consciously exited the workshop.
There were only two people left in the huge silver-gray workshop.
Jing Ming left the test bench, went to the car, and squatted down to look for parts.
She followed like a tail, softly: "What happened?"
"It doesn't feel right." He said harshly.
"What's wrong?"
"..." He gritted his teeth and endured, "I didn't find it."
She considered for a moment, then whispered: "Could it be that you are too nervous...thinking too much?"
No one answered.
Jing Ming raised his eyes silently, and looked at her, his eyes were already very impolite.
"What do you mean?"
She knew that this remark offended him, so she persuaded him in another way: "I can't find it now, maybe my thinking has entered a dead end. Why don't you take a rest first. Go back."
"You go back first. It's getting late."
"I want to be with you."
"..." He restrained himself and took a deep breath, holding back the fire, "Then just wait."
"How long?"
"..." He didn't say a word.
Du Ruo stepped forward and touched his arm: "Why don't you take a day off tomorrow and relax for a while, okay?"
He was suddenly irritable, and opened her hand at once: "Let you go!"
Du Ruo was taken aback.
Jing Ming's face froze, turned his face away, pressed his forehead hard, tried his best to suppress his temper, and said, "I'm very busy. You go back first."
Du Ruo didn't move.
He ignored it, squatted on the ground and sorted out the parts, picked up the wrench and got up.
She stood where she was, looking at him calmly and silently.
He turned a blind eye and walked towards the chassis of the car.
She strode forward and stood in front of him.
Jing Ming looked down at her: "What are you doing?"
"You come home with me now." Du Ruo said, stepping forward to take the wrench in his hand.
Jingming couldn't bear it anymore, and waved her hand away: "Du Ruochun, are you finished?!"
"Are you finished?!" Du Ruo shrieked, "Can you calm down?! Even if you stay in this state for ten days, you won't be able to figure it out! Ten days later, this place will still be a pile of scrap iron!"
Jing Ming was furious: "I told you to get out of the way!"
Du Ruo's expression was iron, and he refused to give in.
He walked forward, and she strode forward, opening her arms to block him.
"Step aside!"
"No!"
Jing Ming's anger, which had been suppressed for more than ten days, ignited at once, grabbed her arm and pushed her away. She stubbornly stayed where she was, and hugged his arm with her backhand, entangled tightly. While struggling, she made a whining sound, as if she was about to cry.
Jing Ming gave a sudden pause, and the flames that sprang up were extinguished in a flash, and there was nowhere to vent the fire.
Du Ruo was still wrapped around his hand like an octopus.
He endured and endured: "What do you want to do?"
She wailed: "Jingming, I'm almost exhausted, can we go home together?"
"..."
"Let go." He ordered.
After a few seconds, she slowly let go, raised her eyes, and looked at him vigilantly and cautiously.
Jing Ming pursed his lips tightly and stared at her, his eyes were burning, but he didn't make a sound after all, threw the wrench on the ground, turned and went out.
Du Ruo followed immediately.
Walking out of the workshop, how could they all be there.
Du Ruo mouth-shaped in a low voice: "Go home!"
On the way back, when Du Ruo was driving, Jing Ming slumped on the passenger seat, holding back the fire, without saying a word.
When we got home, Jing Ming went upstairs as soon as he entered the house.
Du Ruohuan: "I haven't eaten yet! If you don't eat, I won't either."
As soon as he stepped up the stairs with one foot, he paused for a moment before walking back.
Du Ruo immediately sneaked over obediently and opened the refrigerator: "What's for dinner? Porridge, rice, or noodles?"
He had no appetite, so he spit out a word: "Porridge."
"You wash some rice. I'm too busy."
He went to wash rice.
She plated the shrimp and diced broccoli, and washed the lettuce, carrot and avocado.
He washed the rice over there, added water and boiled it on the stove.
After a while, the water boiled, and the rice grains rolled up and down in the boiling water, emitting a faint fragrance.
She stretched her head over and said, "You stay on guard, don't let the rice soup spill out."
Without saying a word, he stood by the stove, with one hand in his pocket and the other stirring rice soup with a wooden spoon.
Du Ruo looked back at his appearance, and couldn't help pursing her lips and smiling secretly.
She mixed a plate of salad with lettuce, carrots and avocado, squeezed two glasses of orange juice, baked a plate of small tomatoes, and finally fried two eggs.
On Jingming's side, the porridge has thickened.
Du Ruo put the shrimp and diced broccoli in, and sprinkled a little salt. After a while, it was cooked.
Scoop it out and put it in a bowl and serve it on the table, with a burst of fragrance.
In the middle of winter night, a room is warm.
Jing Ming ate the shrimp porridge and remained silent.
Du Ruo asked, "How does it taste?"
"good."
"Then you can hire a nanny in the future, and I won't cook for you anymore."
"..."
"You eat the eggs first, it will be cold later."
"Um."
After eating one bowl, he seemed to have gained some appetite, filled another bowl, and suddenly said, "I still want to eat eggs."
"Eh? Okay." She put down the spoon and got up to fry eggs for him.
Jing Ming raised his eyes, looked at her back in the kitchen, and kept watching until she turned around to get the olive oil, then he looked back.
Du Ruo quickly brought fried eggs.
He was eating slowly, and she saw that he had eaten a lot of roasted tomatoes, and she helped peel them, put the tomatoes on his plate, and muttered: "You are so awkward, you don't eat the skins of tomatoes. You have a lot of problems!"
Jing Ming glanced at the little tomatoes she was peeling on the plate, looked up at her, and suddenly said: "Tomorrow, I will rest at home. You can go together. ... I also told He Wang and the others that I have a day off."
Du Ruo was taken aback for a moment, and half a second later, the chicken nodded like a pecking rice: "Okay!"
The next day, Du Ruo completely gave him space and time to be alone.
He stayed alone in the study, listening to music, reading, in a daze, and taking a nap.
She also nests alone in the small study on the third floor, listening to music, reading, dazed, and taking a nap.
Each is clean and does not disturb each other.
The house was quiet all day long, and even Eva and Wally didn't talk, they slept next to each other obediently.
Until the evening, when he went downstairs, he had recovered his previous mental state.
After dinner, Jing Ming said, "Accompany me to re-read the design draft tonight."
Du Ruo wondered: "You still think there is a problem?"
"It doesn't feel right." He insisted.
"That's good." She nodded.
Half a moment later, he snorted unhappily: "Do you really think I'm exhausted and have hallucinations in my head?"
Du Ruo: "..."
After the meal, the two stayed in the study and dug out all the materials. The amount of work was huge. The two spent nearly three hours, reviewing, proofreading, calculating, and there was no problem.
Jingming frowned again.
However, Du Ruo was full of fighting spirit: "It's okay, let's do it again. Find it out!"
Jing Ming looked at her, his eyes became a little unpredictable.
She smiled: "Is it strange? I called you back yesterday because you were not in a good state. If you still feel that something is wrong after you have been calm for a day today, then I will trust your instinct unconditionally." She glanced at her watch, "It's eleven o'clock. Come on , and try to finish it before two o'clock in the morning."
The corners of Jing Ming's lips curled into a smile.
In the middle of the night, everything is silent.
The two buried themselves in the study and stayed up all night working overtime.
At 1:30 in the morning, Jing Ming finally found out the problem.
Although the automatic switch of the sound and light system meets the standard specifications, due to the upgrade of all their vehicle systems, the specification standards have been greatly improved, and there is a 3mm error in the length of the touch switch.
"Hold!"
Jing Ming immediately smashed the pen, let out a breath of anger, he regained his energy, picked up the pen again, drew a big circle on the blueprint, and said, "Hide it here!"
Du Ruo leaned over to take a look and was very surprised. He was able to sense and find out this flaw from such a complex data system. How much hard work did he put in in the preparation stage? I'm afraid that he is familiar with the whole system now.
"It should be that the engineer below made a mistake and got the specifications wrong." She said, and compared the two sets of standards carefully, "But this does not affect the actual effect. It should still be within the error range."
"At present, it seems that it doesn't have much impact, except my mood." Jing Ming said, laughing speechlessly.
Looking at the relieved smile on his face, Du Ruo suddenly understood the pressure on his shoulders, and also understood what he said in front of Li Wei's tomb: I will guarantee strictness, calmness, and sobriety.
Her heart was moved, and suddenly she was completely soft.
She smiled slightly and said, "There is still a big impact on Prime."
"Um?"
"Wan Ziang and the others, as well as me, are right to trust you unconditionally. You can find out such a small error. Then I think that as long as you are satisfied, our car must be perfect. Captain Xinwan .”
Jing Ming stared at her fixedly. Thousands of words, nothing to say.
Suddenly, he leaned over, reached out to hold the back of her head, and looked directly at her with black eyes.
Du Ruo quietly looked at him.
His gaze moved down slowly and landed on her lips.
His lips were soft, covering hers. The breath is intertwined, not a deep kiss, but the lips of each other are rubbed and tossed.
"Du Ruochun."
"Um?"
"I love you," he whispered.
For a moment, she heard a heartbeat.
…
The next day, Jingming notified everyone of the error and replaced the parts. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, which also dispelled their inner uneasiness and apprehension, and returned to self-confidence.
Everyone has another day off, completely relax and adjust their mood.
Two days later, the team members reunited and started to assemble the car again.
This time, the atmosphere was much more relaxed and harmonious, and the tension of the past few months was swept away.
It only took five days.
That afternoon, it was not time to get off work.
Du Ruo received a call again, this time it was from Jing Ming, who had been working intensively for several days, and his voice was slightly hoarse, asking:
"Is everyone there?"
"Yes. What's the matter?" Saying this, my heart beat faintly, and I already had a premonition.
"Everyone come to the workshop."
Du Ruo put down the phone, suppressed the frantic jump, and said to Tu Zhiyuan and the others: "The car is out."
A group of people rushed out of the laboratory immediately.
That day, it was mid-January.
It was snowing heavily. The sky is clear.
The hot breath of the young people spread like white flowers in the wind and snow.
They ran all the way laughing.
The silver-gray workshop was spotless, and Jing Ming and others were wearing blue overalls and gathered in front of a car.
Hearing the sound of running, they turned their heads.
Jing Ming, He Wang, Wan Ziang, Zhu Tao, all had big smiles on their faces.
Several people retreated to the side.
A dark blue off-road vehicle is displayed in front of you, with four-wheel drive, low-key luxury built-in, and a bold appearance. The white spray paint on the dark blue body draws streamlined patterns, and the Prime logo is swayed, which is very bold.
"Come on, let me introduce this young man to you," Jing Ming pointed at him and said, "Prime No.3."
"Chinese name, Weiyi."
Levi's Vi.
The author has something to say:
In 5 more days, Chunjing will say goodbye to everyone.
I probably don’t want to say goodbye until the end, so let’s talk about my thoughts with you today,
1.
Let’s talk about “flatness” first.
I said in the first chapter of the article, "There is no drama of big love and big hate in this article, it is plain, there are only small joys and troubles in growth and life."
If you think about it seriously, there are actually no bad guys in the strict sense of the word in this article. Parents are good, school is good, teachers are good, classmates are good, teammates are good, brothers are good, there are no villains, no intrigues, no betrayal by relatives and friends, no enemies to frame. Without everything imposed by external evil forces, growth is all about internal struggle and comprehension. It's like a utopia, a fairy tale town.
I'm sure, this is the "Ruochun and Jingming" I want to write.
At the beginning of the idea, I thought about several writing methods, and finally chose the current one, which is also the one I most want to write.
It is easy for the social sector to make waves. For example, if Li Wei's death is turned into a conspiracy, the conflict will be very intense, and there may even be countless big scenes of fighting with the villain.
But I don't want to.
In my heart, Li Wei left in a near-martyrdom way for his belief and persistence. Very pure, very pure. If he was killed by someone, it would be very worthless, it is a pity, it is very depressing, as if it has stained his pure death, I will feel very sorry for him.
And Jingming is also a purely ideal figure in my heart. I think it is better for him to struggle out of his own mire. I don't want him to become a person with hatred. Every time I think of Li Wei in this life, I have hatred. It is enough to have regrets and good memories. I hope that Jingming, a little lion, will always be clean and bright in his heart, even if he fails and walks out, every step will be clean and bright.
It is easy for me to develop feelings for the characters in my writing. This is a major weakness of mine. As a result, many plots are better written, but I just don’t want to write them. (Well, it may seem to you that these thoughts of mine are inexplicable, like a neuropathy, 囧, I am not a mature writer yet.)
After setting the main tone, there is actually a trick that can make the text more suspenseful: postpone the time when Ruochun and Jingming are together, and wait until the competition is successful to get together again, which will create a lot of ambiguity. But I hope they face all the uncertainties in the way of a partner, and Chun'er helps him protect him in a way of a partner, instead of waiting for a good result to be together.
Jingming is even more so, he is so proud and confident, when he decides to return, he will immediately confess his love to Chun'er as before, and let him return to his side, instead of waiting for success. At his core, he has always been the straight boy. And I also hope that the relationship between him and Chun'er will be simpler and purer, with more support and companionship between life partners. Of course, if you write this way, what you sacrifice is the ambiguous beauty and passion. And only the calm indifference of an old married couple.
Another major feature of my writing is that there is no male-female-two plot to create conflicts. As long as the two parties understand their respective intentions to be together, there will be no misunderstanding plots. (So in order to promote conflicts, almost all parents objected to the previous articles.) But this time even the parents are kind and beautiful, and Jingming's world is basically clean, a fairy tale town. And he is the little prince in Utopia.
I fulfilled my own selfishness and wishes, and sacrificed your pleasure of following the article, sorry. Although the chasing text is a bit dull, overall, it is a complete and beautiful circle in my heart.
Therefore, this article will be so flat, and the water will end slowly.
If the idea is the same and you like it, I will smile; if the idea is not the same, it doesn't matter if you don't like it, we will meet again in the next book.