The two of them locked lips, clasped their fingers together, and clasped their hands to form an alliance:
"Wu Xie."
"Zhang Qiling."
From Jiangnan to Shuobei.
From early spring to long winter.
"Zhang Qiling, you are the one who has been stabbed a thousand times..."
"Wu Xie, be careful."
"Do you think he really has to be so cruel sometimes?"
The dragon's back hangs quietly in Wu Xie's study, just as it did back then, and it is still by his side now.
Brother, you forgot to say "goodbye" to me.
Now, everything is fine with me here.
Column at the end of the poem:
Because of this article "Untitled", I was renamed stepmother by my best friend... And I was disliked by a lot of people.
Intention: