Dial the unforgettable number again, the bell kept ringing, no one answered, and the familiar message prompt came from the receiver, over and over again, and it will be like this in the future.
I thought I could forget it, but when I was lonely, I couldn't help dialing the number, looking at the photo, listening to the voice, and shedding tears.
I remember that there was such a discussion not long ago. After a hundred years, what should QQ do? What about the phone? What about blogging?
Perhaps, it is best to let it go. The number finds a new owner, the diary is permanently sealed, and there is an unreachable number lying in the address book, beep...beep...beep...the sound is warm. Everybody's Fine.
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