[Original text of the copybook]: "Xi Zhi paused, and soon it snowed and then it cleared up. I wish you peace and good. No results are achieved, and the strength is not enough."
[Translation here]: The snow stopped this morning and the sky suddenly cleared up.
Whenever I think of you, the corners of my mouth always turn up unconsciously.
I don't know if you are okay at this moment, but I am okay.
I didn't have time to express my feelings to you, and now it's too late to regret it.
There are so many things I want to say, but I don't know where to look for you.
Let's meet again and make up for the unfinished tenderness bit by bit.
[Copywriting]: Hua Yang, the silly anchor, the most important thing in life is to stalk the male god Yan Jichu's popularity.
Delivering lunches and working as an assistant, this flower of the mountain suspected that his motives were impure.
In an accident, Huayang fell into parallel time and space. I wanted to turn over and become the master and "abuse" the iceberg god.
Unexpectedly, as soon as it touches it, the body and soul will collapse over and over again in an extremely honest manner.
Until a murder case brought Huayang to the detention center... This time it was the turn of the flower of Gaoling to go completely crazy.
He traveled half the world with red eyes and finally blocked people.
It turned out that this was a secret love that spanned many years and came true.
The tsundere has a moment of pleasure and pursues his wife in the crematorium!
Lao Gong has a cold face and a warm heart, pretending to be abstinent.
As a child, he is cute and straightforward, and he abuses others before he abuses himself.
[Core data]: Relaxed, fun and funny, no need to use too much brain. 1V1, double clean, being pursued, but realizing after attacking
[Suggested BGM]: An old song "Don't Change" by Xiong Tianping and "Qinhuai Scene" in Pingtan tune
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Intention: Traditional calligraphy is eternal and folk art will be passed down forever.
