In the dream, Xu Damao knelt beside the corpse and burned paper money, and his sister He Yuyu spat at the door and left - Silly Zhu heard everything. When I woke up in 1953, Feng Xue was still alive and my father was still young. The first thing he did was not to chase Widow Qin, but to register with his father at the steel rolling mill. The cooking skills are maxed out and the emotional intelligence is restarted: The three uncles are plotting? Counting back; Jia and Zhang cursed? The courtyard door is closed and cannot be heard. In this life, I only believe in two things: the shovel in my hand, and the government's grain book.
Can't even copy it well