At the end of summer, when the red leaves fall on the ground, only the little bits of fluorescence in the dark grow and spread among the rotting grass.
The story of a little girl growing up.
I got a bamboo dragonfly when I was a child, and it flew carefree amid the chirping cicadas in the midsummer in my memories. The sweet whispers of the sweethearts on the Chinese Valentine's Day gradually became inaudible. In the future life, there will be no aura of family, no blessing from fathers, and the world is vast. I am willing to join hands with you.
Rong Jing, who was new to the world, just wanted to talk about what kind of monsters and monsters he encountered?
The beautiful and beautiful courtesan:
Oops, I fell down, you have to be responsible for me.
Stinky Taoist:
A penny is a problem, marriage and career are a matter of misfortune, who do you think you are?
Bamboo horse:
Although I stood aside and watched, I had something to hide. I believe you will forgive me, right?
Intention: None