Waking up from the dream in 1900, the Eight-Power Allied Forces came to Beijing, Concubine Zhen fell into a well, and Cixi fled westward with Guangxu.
Before I had time to think, the word survival was right in front of me.
Who do we meet, who do we separate from, and whom do we get to know each other along the way?
Shooting at foreigners to protect their homeland, fighting against cholera, translating foreign language materials,
I come from the future, and if I can, I will take this snail to a place it cannot climb in two hundred years.
Even if the cannonballs land at any time, as long as you hold my hand, that is the reason why I stay in this era.
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April's good friend Ayu brings you the derivative article "The Snow on the Broken Bridge". Everyone is welcome to pay attention.
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