Shan Yao was dreaming again. The border of the Western Region is remote. The desert is windy, sandy and withered grass, stretching to the endless sky. In the dream, he fell on the sand dune, and the poison in his body began to take effect. The black blood blocked by the mask flowed backwards, and his eyes were scarlet. The man walking from a distance also lay down and said carelessly: "How about admiring the moon here? That's right. How can this poor place be compared to the Central Plains, where there are peach blossoms in spring and snow in winter. This summer... Of course it's the delicate beauty with gauze and red sleeves." "But," the man leaned over and stuffed a pill into his mouth, "Now I have met Your eyes are barely worth the trip." "I'm leaving." Shan Yao saw those smiling eyes fading away for the umpteenth time. "If I can survive this time, I will go back and take a good look." He wanted to ask, "Then can you take me to pick flowers and enjoy the snow?" But Meng has already woken up. Later, Shan Yao played with a cup of Gu worms with murderous intent on his face: "It's all your idea to pretend to be weak and pitiful. When will Brother Yan say you love me?" His men stared at his back tremblingly. Shan Yao, as if facing a formidable enemy, turned around and Gu Congyan was standing there with a smile: "Oh?"
Purpose: To have a love affair that is in line with the core values of socialism.