In March of the following year, the peach blossoms were in full bloom like tapestry. He and I stood side by side in front of the tomb under the Jiuchong Palace. When we saw weeds growing on the top of the tomb, we rolled up our sleeves and went to clean them up. Suddenly I didn't know who was singing: "It's snowing in the evening, can you drink a cup of Wu?" Later, I heard a heroic female voice say: "But Xu Wu?"
I couldn't help but smile, and he looked at me nonchalantly and said, "Girl, you have such a beautiful smile..."
I am too lazy to pay attention to him. The March wind suddenly turns warm and cold, and everything grows. Fang Xiao's rebirth after the disaster is so touching.
My world is with him.
He promised me that, holding his hand, we could travel to the ends of the earth with two people and one horse.
(I cut it out of the text, I'm too lazy to think about the copy = =|||)
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