Today, the next day after my resignation, I have a third day, I have passed 12 o'clock.
Just like this time I want to smoke, I just didn't smoke, I have been chatting with my friends. It is in the middle of the night, the store downstairs is all closed, so I am wondering, I will find a smoke in the east of the room. I found a smoke in a place, it is "red double joy", but this The smoke has been tidy, it is not good, and it is very hard, but it can take a long time. At this time in this late night, it is inevitable that people will recall, so they will swallow the clouds, and they will return to the past. Whenever they take profound past, they will always spit a smoke, in the smoke In the fascinating room, I looked around the room, think about it, I have lived in "swallowing the mist" since I work.
