Siheyuan: Dress up as Liu Guangqi
Introduction
When Liu An woke up, he became Liu Guangqi in the courtyard.
His father is partial, his younger brother is making things difficult, and his neighbors are scheming, making life difficult. Qin Huairu came to the house with her children to cry out for poverty, Xu Damao stirred up trouble behind his back, and Yi Zhonghai always used "morality" to pressure people - even the seemingly kind-hearted deaf old lady had an indescribable chill in her eyes.
At the most difficult time, the [Wanjie Mall] system was activated.
Fighting skills, high-yielding grains, industrial blueprints... As long as you have merit and reputation, you can redeem them!
From then on, Liu Guangqi no longer tolerated it. Fix the family tradition, resolve the plot, and impress the whole hospital with his strength.
Reader comments
Dear foster parents, please give me some traffic. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
In fact, what we hide in our hearts is never hostility or obsession with a certain old house.
It's just that the national pride that is deeply rooted in the flesh and blood will occasionally turn into a silent sigh when reality stumbles. We can't help but wonder, if we could go back to that turbulent era, would we be able to personally add a different ending to that period of history.
Unfortunately, my writing skills are too weak and I cannot write with that hearty joy. As I write, I wear away the energy in my heart.
Those determinations about "using blood as ink" and the ruthlessness about "cutting the grass and eradicating the roots" can only be turned into a light "what a pity".
That's all, that's all.
Some stories may not be written so clearly.
Just let it stay in the wind.
Dear foster parents, please give me some traffic. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. In fact, what we hide in our hearts is never hostility or obsession with a certain old house. It's just that the national pride that is deeply rooted in the flesh and blood will occasionally turn into a silent sigh when reality stumbles. We can't help but wonder, if we could go back to that turbulent era, would we be able to personally add a different ending to that period of history. Unfortunately, my writing skills are too weak and I cannot write with that hearty joy. As I write, I wear away the energy in my heart. Those determinations about "using blood as ink" and the ruthlessness about "cutting the grass and eradicating the roots" can only be turned into a light "what a pity". That's all, that's all. Some stories may not be written so clearly. Just let it stay in the wind.