The clouds roll and the clouds relax, the origins and origins of the relationship disappear, the living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees. Heaven and earth have gone against each other, sharing the same sorrow for eternity.
People around me respect me, my parents love me, my brothers and sisters admire me, and all the troubles in the world have nothing to do with me. God, since you want to make me so proud, why don't you give me the space to do whatever I want?
In that era of being ignored, will there be a figure of me doing whatever I want? ?
PS: I am a hard-core Toho fan. I believe that under my upbringing, the male pig will still have the shadow of Xiao Yangyang no matter what. Hehehe... I will kidnap a few handsome guys by the way... I laugh ING...