The cicadas were chirping annoyingly. The city was as hot as a steamer on a June day. He Daqing was lying upright under the old locust tree when someone pushed him awake. He traveled through the book and came to the world of Qingmansiheyuan. It was now 1956. He had been manipulated by the White Widow for six years in Baoding, and not even a penny of his monthly salary of 28.5 Yuan fell into his pocket. In his previous life, he was a senior mechanical engineer, but in this life he was involved in this bloody drama. You must pack up these three heartless things when you go home. I worked so hard to earn money to support my family that I raised three ancestors. There is no such truth in the world.
What the hell, are you fighting Xixi?
Can't read. What is written in such a mess?