"Then what wish did you make?"
"I made a wish to escape as soon as possible."
"I hope you get what you want and find the right person."
"What? It's not a peach blossom, it's an escape!"
Song Zhiwen suppressed the corners of his mouth and crossed his hands: "You really don't have to make this wish to my mother. You can kowtow to me. As soon as I'm happy, I might help you plan your escape."
"What a beautiful thought!"
"It's okay if you don't knock. Only the remnants of feudalism can stand alive and be worshiped by others. Neither of us - we are the new era, the new youth, the new youth who have eliminated the dregs of feudalism."
The wind gently stirred up the reeds beside the stream, rustling gently, and frightened the birds dormant in the grass. The gurgling stream sings melodious songs, recounting the past in the countryside.
Purpose: To be independent in troubled times, to save the country in the smoke of gunfire