In the blink of an eye, it is already the third day of the New Year. This year has really gone by worse than the last year.

I could only hear the rumbling fireworks outside and the windows trembled. On New Year's Eve, I stood on the rooftop and watched the fireworks all over the city. The strong smell of gunpowder filled the air. On the reunion night, I actually remembered a scene: the Chongqing bombing. What a sin, a sin.

The sun showed a long-lost smiling face. After staying at home for many days, I can finally go out and exercise my body filled with oil and water. Standing in the center of the Liberation Monument with VISON, I couldn't help but sigh: Are there more beautiful women in Chongqing? I don't even come out to bask in the sun in such fine weather.

After finishing lunch, I had to go home and continue to sink in the game.