That night before I left,
I spent the night drinking on your roof and listening to the wind.
After many years passed by, in my memory, only your eyes were like autumn water, and your color was like spring flowers.
This is a Ping Xie fan, although he has nothing to do with tomb robbing.
Killer Bottle and Killer Evil, a short story about encounter and love,
It was originally a script that the young master used to submit his homework.
Of course, now I have rewritten it into a novel.
It's just fulfilling a dream of mine,
In the dream, they carry on their story, no matter how many years they have passed outside the dream.
My little column↓↓↓Take me away~
~~~Look at me, look at me, look at me, come on, don't be polite, just slide your hands and take them away~╭(╯3╰)╮
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