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[False to follow the flow, really sober × Fake sun, true avoidance, growth story he]
Liu Ying is twenty-two years old but claims to have been doing cross talk for twenty-four years. However, as smooth-talking as she is, she has always remained single. Liu Ying once suspected that her love was being talked about so much.
One day, she finally met the attractive female guest, whose scientific research elite temperament could not be hidden.
However, when the female guest clinked glasses, she told her that if she couldn't tell a joke, then she shouldn't tell it.
Is this a provocation? Liu Ying, who was rarely seen through, cried wildly and smeared saliva on people's faces while crying.
Zhuang Cu has been studying for eighteen years and has devoted himself exclusively to his major. Once she followed God's guidance, she discovered that there were spirits like "mountain ghosts" in the world, and there were even organizations dedicated to helping them.
Out of good intentions, Zhuang Cu helped out a few times, but how did he end up becoming the reincarnation of the ancestors of these strangers?
Really worried that it was a pig-killing plate, Zhuang Cuo wanted to go find the daughter of the powerful man to find out. Unexpectedly, seeing how tired she was, what Zhuang Cu wanted to ask inexplicably turned into "Should we talk?"
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Meng Yuan's juniors only know that the Book of Babel is integrated into a huge ginkgo tree, which is lush in spring and autumn.
Later, the dusty past was revealed by young people from outside; after the heavy rain, the new seedlings beside the ancient trees grew green and tall.
The secret is hidden in the poems and songs, flowing silently in the city along with the water.
Children who grew up in Meng Yuan would recite a string of limericks from an early age. The little poem says: The brocade flowers blow the firewood and shine dimly, and the Mingjue covers the sand with the passing years. It is clear that the paper is calm and leisurely, and the cypress by the court is at ease.
Of course it's good to be promising young, but it doesn't matter if you do it later. Looking back, it is easier to leave footprints when walking in snow.
Intention: Everything depends on human effort.
