My Happy Trip with My Boy

I went on a leisurely trip with the young man, and the young man drank Huanbo liquid together; It is difficult to practice the art of immortality if you hate yourself. When you are drunk, you can watch the shadow of the sword and cut off your sorrow and resentment. I once walked a stranger with a beauty, and finally my red lips touched my eyebrows; I suddenly woke up from a spring dream and found myself at the place where the willow trees were folding. I found the treasure in exchange for wine money. The past is like the wind, and the past is also a deception. After all, now that the destiny is gone and there is no hope of separation, it will still be as painful as the past. As the years pass, it will be painful. Let's forget it~ This is my first time writing a novel, so please correct me without scolding me. If you have anything to say, please comment and share. Thank you everyone.