Dear legends in legends, lurkers in the lurk, comrades fighting on the edge of the kang or the edge of the pot, no matter you are a bean bag or a shrimp, no matter you are a little pot friend or a handsome pot, no matter you are an old tree root in the north of the city or a city. Huaguduo of the South, if you have time, please pay attention to the long serial novel (for the masses). Everyone is welcome to make noises, and everyone is welcome to make bricks. I wish everyone is invincible in stealing food during the day, and succeeds in stealing people and horses at night. I wish everyone is full of energy and lives until death.