(I write slowly, maybe three chapters a week, or even one chapter,)
It ended in the Age of Mythology. In the late Qing Dynasty, he worked as a flower picker, worked as a child care worker in the ancient building of the Zhang family, and even went to school with a blind man named Hei Xiazi.
As an outstanding employee of the Space-Time Administration, I firmly believe that there must be a sense of professional boundaries between tasks.
Until I finished reading the "historical records" called "Tomb Robbery Notes" in the parallel world.
In the book, the child I raised became a holy infant and then became an orphan again; the petty official I hid to heal became a missing professional; my blind classmate opened a blind massage in Beijing.
