I should be walking through the world in a hurry, but my eyes are disturbed by vulgarity.
He was originally a magnanimous man with a heroic spirit, but he was surrounded by a stinking copper.
He is lonely and full of heroism. A three-foot wooden table can break the heart.
That year, Mr. Lang was sitting in front of the Eight Immortals table in a crowded and noisy crowd. His eyes were slightly open, his thin lips were pursed, and he held a chip between his right index and middle finger and placed it on the tip of his nose and rubbed it slowly. Under the ambiguous warm lamp, his thin cheeks revealed a wicked smile that was smooth, sophisticated and full of confidence.
Today's He Jinshu saw through all the disguises Lang Yian had in the past. She saw his uneasiness, his anxiety, and his concerns, but she could not see his leisurely contentment in front of the world...
Others shame him for being useless, and his family hates him for being useless. He just turned his head and smiled happily, leaning against the door and standing. He saw endless mountains and rivers in his eyes, and saw all living beings in his heart.
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