Before she died, she said to him: I'm sorry, I won't come to see you next time. It's my fault that you will have nothing.
He said: It doesn't matter, I can go find you, don't move, wait for me to pass.
To the elite men of ancient times: When we look up at the sky, the blue sky in our eyes may have been sieved by various people who have traveled through time. And those little people around them, relying on the knowledge learned on the modern teaching assembly line, ran away without knowing where to become the elites and prodigies of that era, or the cold and noble white, rich, beautiful, tall, rich and handsome, stepping on the essence of modernity and the rotten status quo above their heads, they turned into heroes who saved the building from falling and saved the world from the end of the world. In such and such stories, there will always be some original dragons and phoenixes who fell into the dust because of the time-travelers who were born. In fact, you were just born in the wrong era. Leave your one-third of an acre of land and change to a different time and space. You will still be the elite.
I was moved by the reader's comments. Although it has always been a bummer, I decided to move this article back to the old vest. It will be updated as usual and read with confidence. The only girl who likes me, below is the portal, will you click on it?
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