The first person essay is about receiving, short, very short, and a running account.
Atypical cultivation, the origin of the story is the impulse of my own youthful spirit.
When Lian Long opened his eyes, it was seven years later.
Nothing major happened in the world, except that Lian Long rubbed his eyes - that bastard He Zeshang found a new love.
Did you say that you would only love him for the rest of your life?
When I first asked for a Taoist companion, I clapped my chest and swore to God that even if he died young, I would be a widower for him. Is this all nonsense?
Oh, He Zeshang, you're done.
Lian Long reflected on himself and thought that he was dead. Who could have imagined that he was still alive? We can't hold back that pig's trotters who only write bad checks. Maybe it's "true love"?
Lian Long crawled up and down, wearing a rag shirt, and sneaked to his old cave. He wanted to rest and recuperate, and then quietly take a look to see if He Zeshang was really a big pig's trotter.
After finally crawling over, Lian Long was stunned.
? ? ?
How poor are you if you don't even spare my little shabby cave?
Phew, that's not the point, the point is--
--Is he the one nestling in He Zeshang's arms? ? ?
Hey, explain!
I have a bad temper and am sentimental (in my free time), I do big things in a muffled voice and have a strange brain circuit.
The image may be relatively flat, huh.
Intention: I will give you my interpretation of you