A Bottle of Wine Among the Flowers

A pot of wine among the flowers, the river and the sky are the same color at night. Luozi quietly told stories to the shadow and the moon. Chu Yu said that I am just a storyteller who can play chess. Liu Zhenyi said, let's talk about those old things. So, one story after another continues like this... How many of the old events in the story do you and I still remember? Dreaming back to the trumpet-blowing company camp, I am afraid that there will be three lives surrounded by rocks, surrounded by manzhu, sand and flowers. After drinking a bowl of Meng Po soup, you won't remember anything~ Forget it, this feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time. How about collecting little 9's nest? Please click the button: Intention: