When Chen was a child, he read the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and felt indignant. He hated the Cowherd for being selfish and imprisoning the fairy to become his wife.
Until he went up the mountain and picked up a half-dead person and came back.
Chen Cong stared at the man's satin-like black hair, his luxurious robe that was torn by branches but could not hide it, and his indistinguishable androgynous face.
So Chen Cong closed his eyes and opened them again.
Mom, I seem to have found a fairy.
When the fairy woke up, she made a man's voice and beat herself.
As he smashed Chen Cong while protecting the things on the ground that couldn't be broken, he felt a little regretful.
If the fairy is a woman, then he can ask Xiuxiu next door to take care of her and send her back to her hometown when her injury improves. Then he wants to tell everyone that men like Cowherd are cowards and hooligans, but there are still good people like him in the world.
But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if the fairy is a man, he can take care of himself.
Chen was never very good at taking care of people, but Xianzi's health was getting better and better.
It's like his temperament changed drastically after a fall in the mountains, and he always looks at himself with incomprehensible eyes.
After tearing apart the sleeping man for the unknown number of times, Chen Cong stared at the roof and thought indifferently about going to the City God's Temple to kneel down tomorrow.
Intention: Don't pick it up randomly on the roadside.