The story happened a hundred years ago. At that time, the people were simple and simple, their minds were not yet enlightened, they were honest and honest, but they were also half-hearted.
In 1909, Zhong Wen, a history student at Sichuan University, came home from school and had nothing to do, so he took the birdcage to the market. One accidentally discovered a piece of gravel lying across the busy city under his feet, and it was shining brightly.
In an instant, Zhong Wen's mind was filled with thunder and thunder. He bent down and stuck out his buttocks, but unexpectedly, iron hooves stepped down in front of him. A man in a black satin mantle stood in front of the horse. His head was tilted seven points, his eyes were tilted three points, and his head was splayed five inches to the right with a four-point force.
Zhong Wen was very unhappy.
Men also have no good intentions.
The two looked at each other for a while, neither giving in. But I didn't expect that half a piece of gravel under my feet could seep into the market place or float on the golden platform, but it could also involve the two of them for a lifetime, making them laugh and curse, go crazy and make mischief, ups and downs, love and hate.
Among them, there are certainly people who can justify their theories.
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