That year the wind was just right and they were young. [Um, okay, dear readers, this is quite refreshing] Introduction to the main text: Small Theater: One day Qingli asked Su Sheng: "Do you think I am beautiful?" Su Sheng replied casually: "It is indeed pretty." (A certain idiot was immersed in the joy of being fucked and had not yet pulled out. (Come out) After a while, Su slowly said: "It's good-looking, but this little bastard is a little stupid!" "Grandma Su, what did you say? How could you say that? She is obviously very smart." "Oh, really? Why didn't I see it at all?" How could it be like this? Why don't we talk together? Make me happy in vain. "(A certain mu passed by, dear, are you sure the point is here?)