Dressed as a boy from the Zheng family who was a seriously ill orphan in a courtyard in the 1960s. The hospital shook its head and said it was hopeless. Jia Zhang was already thinking about how to divide the rags in my house. He Daqing protected me and kept me from moving, while the deaf old lady clapped her hands to suppress the situation. My eyelids trembled - I couldn't swallow this breath, I had to live to show them first.
