In the summer when Zhao Yin was five years old, Zhao Yin was sitting at a small stone table reciting poems when there was a sudden noise next door, which had been silent all this time.
Little clay figurines, malt sugar, and small wooden pendants came over the wall one by one, and a young master also appeared on the wall.
He lay on the wall and smiled: "Come out and play!"
"Who are you?"
"Li Yunyu."
Later, she sat by the river with a small lantern and waited for him, but her wait was in vain.
The young man on the wall became a desperado, and the little girl who recited the poem was no longer heard from.
Another summer, the magnificent sedan chair walked into the sea of people, and a man and a horse came galloping and abducted the dying bride in the sedan chair.
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He put Zhao Yin on the bed, and someone opened the door aggressively.
The candlelight was frightened and flickered.
"You actually raped a girl on the street?"
He lit the candlelight, wiped the blood off the sword, and smiled.
"I have been a traitor and traitor for a long time, and this one is not bad."
[Mainly plot, supplemented by emotion]
HEUpdated in the evening
Intention: More than countless tears, there are countless starts from scratch
