"I'll buy you cheese ice to eat." The little lady said with a smile in a coaxing tone, her eyes shining brightly. "Trouble." He heard himself say impatiently, but after saying that, a muffled laugh escaped from his throat, "Let's go." The little lady stretched out her hand to him, "No trouble, no trouble." He held her hand, and at that moment, the illness dissipated and his body became extremely light. Hold your hand and grow old together. With the harp and harp at your disposal, it's best to be quiet.
