When Nan Xin woke up, she was in a cave outside the firelight. The helpless woman was entrusted to a man named Su who was taking care of her silently. On the day of delivery, I suddenly regained my memory, and it turned out that the sweetheart around me was not a sweetheart. Far away with grief, Xinyi fainted on the roadside. At this time, she met Confucius, the greatest saint of all time, working with his disciples. Who do you meet and who belongs to whom? Either dust or worms. In fact, it is just a sentence, it is better to go back. The jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water.