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Chapter 163 If ??Apples Are Called Pears

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    When I got up in the morning, I saw an English poem in the circle, which seemed to be a nursery rhyme. The literal translation was roughly like this¡ª¡ª

    If an apple is called a pear,

    Peaches are called plums,

    Roses have other names.

    If a tiger is called a bear,

    The little finger is called the thumb,

    I still love you as always.

    ? At first glance, I thought it was cute, but at the second glance, I felt that it hit something. Read it again, and read the meaning of daring to break with the king if the mountains and rivers are exhausted.

    However, the few words that are straightforward and soft, don¡¯t mean to say goodbye to you. It doesn¡¯t matter what your name is or how you are, you are you, and I just like you.

    The next article was reposted by someone, saying that an online conference app has launched an automatic beauty function, even if you work at home, you can still face your colleagues and customers beautifully without washing your face and makeup, which is really a blessing  Humanity.

    Later, a friend forwarded a group of photos, high-definition, work photos without any PS or beauty.  Nine pictures, nine different doctors.

    All in green overalls, with the edge of the blue surgical gown inside visible from the neckline.  The clothes are all wrinkled, and it can be seen that the wrinkles have been soaked in many layers of sweat.  There were deep strangulation marks on the edges of masks, goggles and protective clothing on the face, and many places on the skin were repeatedly strangled, scabbed, wrinkled and bruised.

    Very high-definition, so high-definition that you can even see the fine texture of the mask deep into the skin, and the flesh and blood after the worn-out skin is turned up.

    There are also their smiles, the radians of the corners of their mouths and eyes, and these wrinkles, marks, and flesh and blood pull, blend, and blend with each other.  Inside is tiredness, determination, relaxation, hopesimple, unadorned, and every inch of it is exposed under the high-definition lens.

    Probably the word "truth" is always precious.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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