He once thought that it was love.
He tucked his wife under the quilt and taught the child to write step by step.
He once thought that that was happiness.
Keep a clear sky and watch the people live a peaceful life. After Master Bao passed away, he resigned and went into seclusion. He was accompanied by his beloved wife and young son, and he returned to travel around the world from time to time. Of course, occasionally I would be dragged out to drink by some white rat, and then there would be a routine fight.
He once thought that it was friendship.
He could go far away to find a snow lotus outside the customs for him, or he could rush from one place to another place thousands of miles away without eating, drinking or closing his eyes for three days and three nights. They could live and die together without reservation, leaving the position of their backs and left hands to each other, or they could make a huge fuss over a pot of wine, or they could go straight from Xiankong Island to Yujie Village for something as big as one of their sons snatching the other's candied haws.
He once thought... Oh, no more.
They spent their whole lives in confusion like this, wasting a lifetime... And in this life, a midnight movie changed their lives...
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