In 1980, Courtyard No. 95, Nanluogu Lane. Li Juan came out of the backyard carrying a bamboo basket, carrying money and food for her brother. As soon as I stepped out of the hospital, there were guns and clubs immediately in the yard - that cripple was really a drag. It was unreasonable for a cripple to occupy two rooms. The lame man in their mouth is named Li Mo. He is twenty-six years old and the posthumous son of a martyr. In this life, the whole hospital wants him to die!
