When Xiaohong was reborn, she had a fever and the roof of her house was leaking. You can directly express your inner feelings by chanting a poem called "Inscription on a Humble Room".
However, Xiaohong is grateful for the matter of rebirth. At least now she and her grandma are in good health, which is the greatest capital.
But what can these little arms and legs do?
Xiao Hong sat on the construction rubbish pile with her chin in her hands and thought, "Yes! Set a small goal first and become the second generation of demolition!"
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