"Follow me." The man stood under the jujube tree and said to the woman sitting on the branch.
"Why, who do you think you are?" The woman said as she picked the dates on hand and wiped them, but she still said, "Tsk, it's sour."
"I am a widower... I am the leader of a country." The man under the tree was so angry that he didn't know what the reason was.
"So the leader of a country can make random demands on people?" The woman looked helplessly at the sky, and suddenly thought, "Well, he is just asking randomly for ghosts."
"... If you don't leave, I will have this tree moved to the palace." The man pointed at the tree angrily, "Let's see how you don't follow me!"
"Hey, are you threatening me? This tree must be at least a hundred years old, right? I'm afraid its roots have long been spread all over the temple." He picked another date and stuffed it into his mouth, saying with a slight disdain, "Is it possible that you want to demolish this temple?"
The man looked around thoughtfully, "It doesn't hurt to try."
"..." The woman thought in her heart, "Tsk, what a bastard." "If you really do this, aren't you afraid of being framed as a coward in the future?"
"It's okay for you."
Note* This is a whimsical article. It is not updated regularly. It may be discontinued or abandoned. The writing style is not good. One sentence may be tangled for a long time. A glassy heart does not accept criticism or ridicule, but accepts suggestions and opinions.