A collection of short stories written by me about a salted fish being blown up. The level is limited~~~~~~~~~~~Readers should not complain.
Use your energy in the book review section! ------Don't send private messages!!!! Everyone is the only protagonist in their own lives and has their own set life. When the protagonist undergoes an unknown deviation, where will the world deviate?
A pillow of yellow rice, the first part has been completed
In the seventh year of Kaiyuan, there was a Taoist named Lu Weng, who had acquired the magic of immortality. He was walking on the road to Handan, and he was sitting in a residence with his hat relaxed and his bag hidden. Suddenly, he saw a young man on the road, Lu Shengye. ... Lu Sheng stretched out his hand and realized that he was lying on his back in the mansion, Lu Weng was sitting next to him, and his master was steaming unripe millet. Sheng was stunned, but he was excited, and said: "Why are you dreaming?" Weng said to Sheng: "The comfort of life is like this." Sheng was stunned for a long time, and thanked him: "I know the way of favor and humiliation, the luck of poverty, the reason of mourning, and the feelings of life and death. This gentleman is stifling my desires. Dare you not be taught!" Jishou bowed again and left. (Tang Dynasty Shen Jiji's "Pillow Story")
