If Yingtai is a girl with red makeup, Brother Liang, would you like to be a mandarin duck?
Every time Luo Qing heard the melody of Yiyi and the endless farewell, the corners of Luo Qing's mouth would curl up involuntarily, and his gentle eyes would bloom with the brilliance of happiness.
She stretched out her left hand, and there was a green jade bracelet on her arm. The sun shone through and the brilliance was flowing, as if she had returned to her youthful age. The melodious operas were always so beautiful.
The tiny spots of light filtering through the leaves fell on her cheongsam embroidered with azure blue and dark gold filigree butterflies. The gramophone sang over and over again, Brother Liang, if the beauty of England is a female beauty, Brother Liang, would you like to match the mandarin duck, match the mandarin duck, match the mandarin duck...
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