The first one he wrote in the second person, I felt like the protagonist was very breasty. The second one, He'er's Wealth Becomes a Human, is a boy. I liked the first one the best. I felt that the main character was portrayed well. It's a woman wearing a man's clothes. But you can ignore it because it is rarely mentioned. The fourth book is Xiang Lin. It's a humanistic novel. They dislike each other and have been in love for a long time. They are nicknamed comic brother and e-sports brother.
Reply @boringjustbrushbaidu: This is a good movie. It feels good. Countless flowers are blooming in the yard. But I only hear the noise of the sawmill outside the courtyard wall. The old lady is sitting in the corner. She said the roar of the machine is like someone chatting with her, day after day. When the old lady is concentrating on watering the flowers with overnight tea, I can see the time, tolerate everything and find nothing. All day long, she changes the corner of the wall with the sun until the noise of the sawmill stops, and she slowly gets up. When I left, I saw countless flowers blooming in the yard, but I only heard the noise of the sawmill outside the courtyard wall. The old lady was sitting in the corner. She said the roar of the machine was like someone chatting with her, day after day. When the rickety old lady concentrated on watering the flowers with overnight tea, I saw the time, tolerated everything and found nothing. She changed the corner of the wall with the sun all day long until the noise of the sawmill stopped, and she slowly got up. When I left, I saw countless flowers blooming in the yard, but I only heard the noise of the sawmill outside the courtyard wall. The old lady was sitting in the corner. She said the roar of the machine was like someone chatting with her, day after day. When the rickety old lady concentrated on watering the flowers with overnight tea, I saw the time, tolerated everything and found nothing. She changed the corner of the wall with the sun all day long until the noise of the sawmill stopped, and she slowly got up. When I left, I saw countless flowers blooming in the yard, but I only heard the noise of the sawmill outside the courtyard wall. The old lady was sitting in the corner. She said the roar of the machine was like someone chatting with her, day after day. When the rickety old lady concentrated on watering the flowers with overnight tea, I saw the time, tolerated everything and found nothing. She changed the corner of the wall with the sun all day long until the noise of the sawmill stopped, and she slowly got up. When I left, I saw countless flowers blooming in the yard, but I only heard the noise of the sawmill outside the courtyard wall. The old lady was sitting in the corner. She said the roar of the machine was like someone chatting with her, day after day. When the old lady was concentrating on watering the flowers with overnight tea, I saw the time, tolerated everything and found nothing. All day long, she changed the corner of the wall with the sun. Until the noise of the sawmill stopped, she slowly got up. When I left, I saw that there were birds filling the night sky. Wearing it on the body, there is a bird holding the night sky. It cannot unbutton a button. It is close to having no ground. Wearing it on the body, there is a bird holding the night sky. It cannot unbutton a button. There is a bird holding the night sky. It is close to having no ground. Wearing it on the body, there is a bird holding the night sky. It cannot unbutton a button. It is close to having no ground wearing it, and it cannot unbutton a button.