What is happiness? My eyes turn red when I think of it
Gorgeous but useless
What we are talking about here is nothing more than a famous family in the south of the Yangtze River getting a crazy knife and meeting a stubborn He Shiwu.
The Beggar Gang has been looking for a treasure. Is it fungus or Ganoderma lucidum?
Watching it slowly, I worked hard to get it right.
Under the White Horse Snow Mountain, there is endless pasture. The tall maroon horses are idly chewing with their heads down, shaking their necks occasionally and snoring. Other than that, the grassland is so quiet that even crows and birds are circling silently. You can hear the September wind, turning down from the foothills, making a light mark along the tip of the grass, making a rustling sound.
There was a young man standing next to the horse. His slender figure was facing the light, and the expression on his face could not be seen. Only the low clouds behind him revealed a circle of light surrounding the young man. In the world, this man and his horse always looked bleak.
"He won't come this year. Anyway -" The young man lifted up the hem of his moon-white gown, stepped on the stirrups, got on the horse, and stroked the reins, "Ye Changkong, I will still be here waiting for you on September 15th next year."