Updating now ~ "The little lady from Fu Chu collected fungi to support her family in ancient times"
With her full of cooking skills buffs, let's start her journey of growing wild mushrooms to raise a family!
Stupid beauty sister & white cut black milk dog brother
Song Xing, a girl from a small village in Saibei, has been cute, sensible and lovable since she was a child. I picked up a little brother in the watermelon field. He was as big as a little one. He was covered in wounds and could not speak. He was bullied wherever he went.
The little village bully scolded him, but he couldn't talk back. The scoundrels beat him, but he didn't know how to fight back. Fortunately, he had his sister to protect him, so he was not bullied.
He finally became an official, but people came to his door every day to ask him to do this or that. They were asked to do everything, and she was the only one who cared about him.
Outsiders also want to slander him, saying that he kills people without blinking an eye, kills people as thin as silk under the knife, scares the children next door with his cold face, and makes a basin of blood when he twists his clothes.
She was the only one who knew how difficult it was for him. He cried in her arms at night:
"I only have a sister. Aman only has a sister."
Everything is just like when I was a kid.
###Introduction to the serious version###
"My eyes can't see, but my heart can always see."
Someone was kneeling on the ground, still looking up at the stars.
After walking ten miles on the yellow sand, I encountered camel bells and sea buckthorn, I listened to the flute while sleeping in the woods, and the night watchman saw the stars in the distance.
The night outside the Great Wall is always very long, long enough that the twilight creeps over the desolate tombs of the battlefield, long enough that the heavy snow covers the turrets guarding the ancient road, long enough that the thought of peeling off the silk and cocoon turns into obsession.
Finally it was dawn.
I used to have no name, but later I had both names and became a worry-free boy. The rootless duckweed finally has a home.
What happened next?
Later?
Later, my name was only Amang.
Until the stars hanging high in Saibei bowed their heads and kissed his brow, thus redeeming his life.
Intention: The starry sky above your head, the road at your feet
