"Plum plums are the color of peaches and plums, how can people not hate their beauty?" Every twelfth lunar month and New Year, Hangzhou's Gushan and Lingfeng are full of people walking in the snow in search of plum blossoms. For a time, people were coming and going, and it was as lively as an exhibition or a temple fair. At the same time, the thousands of red and white plum trees were silent and still, secretly exhaling their fragrance, no matter how they admired or criticized them, they just smiled and said nothing...
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional, please forgive me if there are any imperfections!
The first story, if you are interested, you can check it out! It has been completed, and the extra story is in progress:
http://www. Jjwxc. Net/onebook. Php? Novelid=356131
Thanks to Wuhen for the beautiful cover! Thank you! Lao Yao will also work hard to write a story worthy of the picture!
Yao promises all those who support it: V will not be added before completion, and V will be considered at least half a month after completion. Thank you!