He has no love for this country, but his husband loves his land deeply.
"Sir, can I ask for your love?"
He muttered to himself, almost abjectly.
His husband saved countless people, but no one came to save him.
As a child he was stuck in the mud and in the pits of hell.
Sir is his light.
But Mr. Is more than just his light.
Mr. Fraternity.
Prostitutes, workers, students...
Almost all the people at the bottom respectfully call him Mr. Yiyi.
He is no longer the only one.
He doesn't expect everything from his husband.
I just want to be able to walk through life with my husband.
But even if it is such a request, God is not willing to let him get his wish.
Sir is gone
Die in agony and despair without resting in peace
His cause, his cause of reviving the country, was not completed after all.
He was the only one accompanying me when I left
Ha
What about those people?
These rude and mean rats got the love of Mr.
At this time, he would just huddle in the gutter and watch the show.
Did you see that? Sir, this is the country you love, the people you love!
It's okay, sir, you and I.
He collected Mr. Good's bones
In the deserted valley, a pit was dug.
He buried his husband's bones and enthusiasm in the land he loved deeply.
What enveloped Mr. Was his humble and unresponsive infatuation.
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There is a new short story in the summer vacation, which is expected to start in August.
I'm just practicing my pen writing, I hope you can take a look at it.
Purpose: Is the love between children really not worth the national justice?
