Confessions of Wei Zi's fleeting column

On a certain day of a month, my best friend learned that a code word was tampered with, so she asked me.

Boudoir: What's your pen name?

A: Wei Zi has a fleeting time.

Boudoir: What?

When I shook, I fell into a state of unconfidence and timidity: the years flew by.

Boudoir: What a disgusting name. Why do you choose this name?

A soul has been hit hard: ugly?

Boudoir: You've heard "Time flies" too much. I know I shouldn't always order this song when I sing K. You are O # #% RMB # (omit the critical words of 300 words below)

Long silence, powerless confession: in fact, it is an accidental fortune-telling on the internet, saying that the time is good. . .