Traveling through the 1960s, Li Zhenhua found that he had become the wronged person. The blind father, the partial stepmother, the contemptuous younger brother and sister, combined with the person he had been dating for three years, framed him for collecting Dharma books, and labeled him as a feudal superstitious person. One of them is for women, one is for children, one is for work, and the other is for money. He doesn't know a word of Chinese characters. Do you think he has a collection of books? He died in a fit of anger. Li Zhenhua, who was occupying the magpie's nest, looked at his golden fingers, his talent in space, and his fate of being rewarded by heaven, and asked, "That's it?" He couldn't help but laugh out loud.
