He came up with an idea and took out another mahjong machine from a hidden place. Then, the two mahjong machines were running side by side, each occupying one side.
At this moment, eight like-minded mahjong enthusiasts arrived as scheduled. They each took a seat at the mahjong table, and decks of cards began to flow through their hands. Starting, shuffling, dealing, everything was perfectly organized. Their deft hands composed the melody of life on the mahjong table, and every flip of the cards seemed to tell a story.
As time passed, their faces lit up with joy and satisfaction. The sounds of "peng," "chi," and "gang" seemed like cheers and shouts from their hearts. And the cries of "hu le" were like the trumpets of their victory, echoing throughout the living room.
This Mahjong feast is more than just simple entertainment; it is also the sublimation of their friendship. Every encounter at the Mahjong table is like the joy of a long-awaited reunion, and every victory and defeat becomes an unforgettable memory in their lives.
Looking at the lively scene before him, Xiao Yi was filled with joy. He knew that this was not just a mahjong carnival, but also a feast of friendship. And all of this was thanks to his seemingly simple decision at the time - to put two mahjong machines in the living room.
At this moment, he couldn't help but feel deeply moved. He understood that sometimes, the beauty of life lies in these simple and pure moments. And he was willing to continue to devote himself to these moments and protect this beauty.
In this small space, a magical barrier seemed to have formed, isolating them from all external disturbances and inclement weather. They were like a group of secluded elves, oblivious to the world's right and wrong, and focused solely on their own mahjong world.
Here, there's no roaring wind or rain, no worldly clamor, only the brisk spinning of mahjong machines and the cheerful laughter of friends. Those familiar faces, those circulating cards, all tell unique stories, warming this isolated little world.
They seemed to have traveled through a tunnel of time and space, back to that innocent age, carefree, with only simple happiness and pure friendship. Those laughter and joy, those wonderful times spent together, were all relived between these two mahjong machines.
At this moment, they seemed to be in a magical fantasy, forgetting the passage of time and all the constraints of the outside world. They only cared about this moment of gathering and joy, this moment of freedom and unfetteredness.
When night falls, the lights of the outside world may have dimmed, but here the place is still bustling with activity. Their faces are filled with happy smiles, and their eyes sparkle with the cherishment of friendship and the love of life.
Xiao Yi, the creator of all this beauty, gazed upon this heartwarming scene with a heart filled with contentment. He knew that all this beauty stemmed from his cherishment of friendship and his love for life. And he was willing to continue protecting this beauty forever. In this complex world, people constantly seek a balance between suffering and joy. And in this small mahjong space, they found a unique peace and happiness.
It's like a moving poem, describing the courage and wisdom of people seeking joy in difficult situations. Mahjong machines have become their outlet for releasing stress and finding happiness, and every shuffle and deal of cards seems to tell their story.
They might be finding joy amidst hardship, or perhaps enjoying a brief moment of peace after years of hard work. But here, they found a common language and shared emotions. The passing of cards, the cheers of victory, have become the most beautiful memories in their hearts.
As the creator of this space, Xiao Yi's heart was filled with emotion. He understood that this small mahjong space was not just a simple entertainment venue, but also a platform for emotional communication. It allowed people to forget the troubles of life and sublimate friendships here.
That day, Xiao Yi didn't immerse himself in the crowd's joy, but chose to sit alone and watch the changes. His eyes were deep, as if hiding the mysteries of the world. His heart was surging, as if he was pondering the true meaning of life.
He watched his friends engage in fierce competition at the mahjong table. Each expression resembled a character in a play, a mix of joy and sorrow, laughter and tears. In their laughter, he saw his former self, a carefree, energetic teenager. Every victory at the mahjong table seemed to bring back fond memories.
However, as time passed, he gradually realized that winning or losing at the mahjong table wasn't the end all of life. Life's encounters and experiences were far more important than momentary gains and losses. He watched those basking in their triumphs, and a faint sadness welled up in his heart.
Xiao Yi knows that life is like a play, and a play is like life. Every encounter is a chance encounter of fate. And every separation may mean the end of a friendship. He laments the ruthlessness of time and the impermanence of life.
On a cold winter's day, as snowflakes danced outside the window, the shared cabin felt as warm as spring. In the boiler, wood and coal woven into a hymn to nature: they danced in the flames, releasing endless heat. Soon, the temperature inside stabilized at 26 degrees Celsius, a comforting warmth like the warmth of a mother's embrace.
This warmth seemed to possess life, gently caressing every corner, conveying its warmth to everyone. Like a magical sorcerer, waving a wand, it transformed the cold walls and floor into a warm ocean. Everyone swam in this ocean, feeling the warmth welling up from the depths of their hearts.
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