“…It’s like I never bought it.”
"Eh? My notebook flew away? The point is, who deleted my post? They told me to watch my mouth, what's wrong with me?"
"Auntie, your mouth really stinks."
"Delete the post? I voted for myself as the world's most beautiful woman online, how come it's gone? How did it become an advertisement and get blocked for 200 years? Are you crazy?"
"Auntie, you think you're talented, beautiful, and travel frequently, but the problem is that you over-edit your photos. You make them look like young girls. The moderators must have deleted them after seeing them. No, no, I was wrong. This is what's going on. Maybe your posts are back to how they were before you posted them. Look, the train is going backwards again."
"Then I'll post it again. Even if you delete it again, I'll still post it. I'll keep posting it. I'll make my name immortal."
"Auntie, forget it. Don't bother. Look, you can't even post any words."
"Strange, how could this happen?"
"Stop talking, I'm going to look for my good friends right away. I know where they all live."
"Here we are, old friend. We don't have any messages from you on our phones, but they are still in my memory. It's like some news from ancient times that has not been passed down to this day, but exists in everyone's heart at that time. The warmth and beauty it brings us is the happiest thing."
"Thank you, everyone, go back. It's okay, it's okay. I'm just like this. I'm just a little sad sometimes. Please don't worry about me. Don't worry about me."
"Why do you hear an echo?"
"Hubby, you finally woke up. It seems that this aunt's trick does make some sense."
"Could it be that she is the Barefoot Immortal?"
"I'm not. I'm not."
"I'm a miracle doctor, and I'm also a dancer. In short, I'm multi-talented. I can do everything. I don't want to go back."
"But only in this way can our story become a memory forever."
"I don't want to become a memory. I just want to cherish the present. Why is it so difficult? I got married late and had children late, but modern times have given me confidence. That's the age when strong women get married and have children. If it were 38 or 39 now, getting married would be relatively normal, and there would be other ways to have children. But in ancient times, many conditions were lacking and it was a bit backward. But that's my home, and I want to take you to see it. I'm just worried you won't be able to come back."
"Then I'll come up now and treat it as a trip. We've already traveled all over the Earth, but we haven't traveled through time yet. It would be great if we could come for a while."
"When was the happiest time for you?"
"When we were with you, old man, but why can't we get up? It's strange."
"It's not strange. It's okay. Everyone, listen to me now. I have so many things to say, but I can only pick out the useful ones. You are all great. I am very happy to be with you. I hope you can keep it up. When we meet again, please remember my nickname, old friend."
"Thank you for always giving us your daughter's hairpins. Look, we are wearing cheongsams now, and we even joined the senior model team. Isn't our hair beautiful? Last time you helped..."
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