A country of boys, a country of girls. Zhao Nanshu looked up to the sky at 45 degrees with a smile: "It's so good to be together." Heaven waved his hand, "Together." Zhao Nanshu burst into tears and looked up to the sky: "It's good to be apart, after all, distance brings beauty." "Uh-huh, what did you say?" "The weather is very good today." This article has golden fingers and thunder, please read with a lightning rod. If you don't like it, please click the cross in the upper right corner. Moma (*＾-＾*)