When I was reborn in this courtyard full of beasts, everyone said that I, Li Weidong, was an honest man who was easy to bully. They don't know that my bench will tell me who has sat on it; Xu Damao's teapot next door will quietly complain about the hypocrisy of its owner; and Qin Huairu's sewing basket will cry every day about how much more private money she has hidden... Therefore, I never argue with them or care about them. I just silently made a pot of good tea, moved a horse, and sat at the door, watching the monsters and monsters in the courtyard, scheming, and performing clumsy and ridiculous farces one after another. I just want to raise the corners of my mouth and say softly - "Dear beast neighbors, please start your show."
Reader comments
Incomprehensible prose? Poetry?
It's interesting, the main character is not the Virgin Mary
Incomprehensible prose? Poetry?
It's interesting, the main character is not the Virgin Mary