There is a Hotel in Zhutian

Beautiful and interestingly written. I like it. Beautiful.

Come on, the author, it's very interesting, no more eunuchs.

She had just come out of prison. In 2007, she was in a bar. Someone at the table opposite me whistled at her and invited her to drink with me. I drank too much, so I pulled out the dagger I brought with me and stabbed me. This stab lasted fifteen years. I remember that when I entered, there were people all over the street. It's about praying to Buddha, it's cold on a lonely sandbank, etc. It's been fifteen years, things have changed. She came to see me once last year and told me she was getting married. I didn't tell her about commutation of her sentence. After a brief chat, I turned around and left. In the past 15 years, I have farmed, raised pigs and made clothes. , My heart has long been calm. After I came out, I went to see her downstairs once. She was very happy. I was also very happy. It was time for me to think about my life. I had a dream last night. The problem was 15 years ago. Familiar streets and familiar scenes, but I just couldn't find the familiar one. Man, I woke up crying in the dream. The past cannot be taken back. Now all that is left is nostalgia. I am almost 30 and suddenly feel confused. I often can't sleep at night. I sit on the road, drinking wine and smoking alone. I don't know how to take the road ahead. The night before her wedding, I drove 400 kilometers overnight and rushed to the downstairs of her house. I saw the word "Happy" on her door downstairs and the lights in the room were still on. I didn't dare to disturb her. I took a few bottles of beer from the car and sat on a park chair downstairs at her house. After finishing the wine and smoking a pack of cigarettes, it was almost dawn. The whistle came from all the way. I knew that the car to pick her up was coming. Today she was going to be someone else's bride. Unfortunately, the groom was not. Me, she looked very beautiful today. I watched her get into the wedding car, the firecrackers went off, and the car drove away. I was still following behind the convoy, and suddenly a text message came from my mobile phone. It was... From her. She said, "Don't give it away. I will marry you again in the next life. Just forget me." In fact, she had been watching me drinking and smoking from behind the curtain that night, and she cried all night... My heart hurt like countless needles that day. I cried and was very sad. I wish her happiness, although the groom is not me, but the bride... I have loved... I have no regrets anymore, whether it is success or failure, everything is in vain, life or death, life is only a hundred years, so why should I be obsessed with a result. The only thing I want to do now is to go home and charge my mobile phone, but my mobile phone still has power, but the car ran out of gas on the way back. Is there any friend who can lend me 3,000 yuan for gas [Picture]

This is the most boring time travel story! Deleted! Do other people want to travel through time and conquer the world to practice martial arts? What are they doing chasing after the heroine?

The first part is a bit confusing. It may be that I read for too long and only read one page for 1 to 2 seconds. It's a bit unclear. The first part has to be read more slowly to understand.

The author is great, will the heroine be Ruonan?

Come on, I feel ok, I wish you finish the book

Why are the first plots of many books either ridiculed or slapped in the face, or the beginning is useless? I don't know what the subsequent plot will be like, but there is really no need to write the first chapter where people are ridiculed.

In order to show off, the descendants of Ip Man were bullied and humiliated by the descendants of the villains in movies such as Miura and Nangong. You are awesome

I have always felt that people who are subjected to school violence deserve it. Of course, cold violence does not count. You deserve to be bullied even if you don't dare to resist. When I first entered junior high school, a few sophomores wanted to ask me for money. If I didn't give it, they would attack me. As a result, I was beaten very badly, and the two of them were also beaten. Then they all went home to reflect for a week. After returning to school, they both received a stick on the head. I went home for another week.