Ever since he moved here, there have been a few days in the middle of every month when the sky thundered wildly. Don’t push it too hard. Once, it almost caught fire. The aunts on the street kept complaining about which day the thunder struck. The manuscript was delayed, causing people in the whole street to have trouble sleeping. 233.
I think it's probably the scholar next door. I really want to ask him his pen name. I always feel like I've read his articles, but I'm embarrassed... Please tell me, is there a more natural way to strike up a conversation?
1l: What's so embarrassing about this? Since you're not a human race, can't you be thicker-skinned after living for so many years? Make a gust of evil wind and float the bellyband to their house, then knock on the door and pick up the bellyband=. =
lz: ...I am a man, where did the bellyband come from!
3l:==! Damn it, man, if you didn’t tell me earlier, you would be so girlish! It’s even easier for men, just rush up and buy him a drink!
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