No mobile phone, no Wi-Fi, no air conditioning... Shu Xingxing sat on the small bench with his chin propped up and sighed.
"Xiao Xing'er, why are you sighing again? Big brother will take you to play later," said a naive voice
"Brother, you don't understand my sadness," he shook his head and tutted, "What sadness? I'll give you lard candy," he touched his head...
Little Conception traveled to ancient times, and a series of things happened in ancient times. Childhood sweethearts and Little Gong
Positive, sunny and cheerful, cold but enthusiastic
slow writing
Purpose: Make money to support the family
