"I thought of my childhood playmates."
"He often came with me to catch cicadas, dragonflies, butterflies, and crayfish."
"I remember when I was little, because I did well on my exams, my mom bought me a butterfly hair clip with moving wings."
"I was really happy for a long time when I wore that thing in my head."
"But now that I think about it, the pressure every day is so great, I can't even remember the last time I was happy?"
"Me too."
"Who isn't? I get so stressed at work every day that I need to listen to a few depressing songs to come back to my senses."
"Are you sure it's depressing and not healing, upstairs?"
"..."
Seeing that Mr. Lin's job was finished, he prepared to get up and go for a stroll in the fields.
Lin Anshu suddenly remembered that her phone was still there, broadcasting live.
She quickly put the sunflower seeds in her hand on the stool next to her, got up and strode over to where she had put her phone.
When she leaned closer to close the live stream, she saw that the number of viewers had already reached over ten thousand.
As for the topic everyone is currently discussing...
Huh? Wait a minute, why does she seem not to understand?
Wasn't the live stream of her father's bamboo weaving?
Why is no one discussing bamboo weaving-related issues?
Why are people in live streams sharing things from their childhood?
Some people even talked about his "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and unconventional fashion) era.
What did she miss because she wasn't looking at her phone screen?
"Hello everyone, this live stream is almost over."
"Does anyone have any further questions?"
Lin Anshu's voice immediately pulled the viewers in the live stream back from their memories.
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