Singing Evening Pavilion

About This Novel

Even though it was pouring rain outside, Fuer came on time. Fu'er is a close relative of mine, but I don't know which brother's grandson he is and what his name is, and I'm too lazy to find out. The blood relationship between my nephews and I has faded, not to mention another layer of separation. Apart from the fact that the Fu'er in front of me has the same last name as me, there is no overlap in appearance, style, cognition, and concepts. That is to say, when we meet on the road, no one will stop for the other, and no one will look at the other twice. We didn't know each other before. I took out a dry towel and asked him to wipe the water from his head. Even though he knew that this small towel couldn't dry his wet hair, he still made a gesture of concern. I know that my approach is very superficial and very fake.

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