For hundreds of years, Qing Geng and I took turns being the boss. Qing Geng was good at management, and always managed Qing She to such a degree that no one knew it was prosperous. I was lazy by nature, and I was good at making Qing She a wasteland. No one lamented that it was a pity. In the eyes of outsiders, Qing She prospered and declined.
Lover, the pain of the heart, greenness, the clear sky. When love is gone, it is green. I, the owner of the green house, originally had a heart, and later I also had a heart, but I don't want it anymore. I have seen too much and talked too much.
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