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There used to be a place called Ivory Mountain that was similar to this one.

The more articles I write about courtyard houses, the more rubbish they become, especially those who have never been in the countryside, or who write casually about some things without common sense. They are nothing more than occupying a house in the yard, begging for meat, and the fragrance spreads for several miles. Now that the ingredients are complete, the neighbors can't smell what is being cooked. Could it be that the fragrance has been eaten by God! Especially when someone bullies you and comes to your door, just talking about it! There is nothing like a time traveler at all. This book is even more outrageous. The author doesn't know anything about the countryside, especially that era! There is only a word of grace in it, and the rest is unclear, and I don't know what to write! ? ? ? ?

Magical ideas, magical ideas, and magical plots require magical readers to read. I don't deserve to withdraw

How did you manage to be so good at putting the 1990s into the 1950s and 1960s?

Time is messed up, you like to be picked on, why can't you take the initiative? Just do it and it's over. It's too frustrating to watch. The protagonist is too useless.

Can Beijing and rural love work together without being so [vomit][vomit][vomit][vomit]

It's so messy, I look confused

I wish you will always be like an old woman