[Fang Mingshu tugged at the hem of his sleeves quite uncomfortably, with a heavy feeling in his heart that made him breathless. After a long time, he muttered to himself and said calmly: "Liu Wenyuan, even if three hundred years have passed, I still can't forget you." But now, for this long street of Lingling, all the deep feelings can only be buried in his heart. There is no need to say it, it is useless to say it. _(:з∠)_Hello everyone! Here is [Shan Boo] [Twelve Guests], which is my first original article that I tried to write for the first time! Hope you all like it! If there are any common sense questions that are wrong, please point them out to me! Thank you for your support!