One day, Duan Bei worked all night and slept until the afternoon of the next day.
Smelling the fragrance of rice, he got up to see what the stray children he had picked up were doing.
The street kid was just in the third grade of junior high school. He was malnourished in his early years and was not very tall yet. He was frying eggs in front of a shovel.
Seeing him warm his heart.
Children are good at everything, but they always choke:
"Maybe people just think that I have good character and handsome face?" Duan Bei felt a little guilty.
"It's almost like you don't take showers when you're old."
It's so pitiful that he didn't take a shower that time.
"It's better than your hair not growing up to your mouth!"
Duan Bei x Duan Zhengchu
At the end of the year, I refused to delve into the background of a fairy tale [Handshake. Jpg]
Concept: warm winter
