I first planted three elm trees, which were close to the left side of the pavilion. Wu Kuan, author of "Elm", Ming Dynasty
In the cave, a boy with light-colored clothes covered in blood looked at the dazed girl in front of him.
"Stupid cat, what's your name?"
"Chu Yu, brother said that what comes and goes, what is your name?"
"Me, I usually never tell others my name easily. However, since you want to know it, you have to keep it in mind and don't forget it. My name is Zheng Zhaomao, little silly cat."
"But your name is Chu Yu. Are you happy?"
"No, Yu with a wooden head." Even though he said such self-deprecating words, Chu Yu looked normal.
But the young man in front of her frowned and said to her in a sullen voice, "Which bastard explained it to you like this. Wait a minute, silly cat. When I am healed, I will personally teach you a lesson for those who said this."
"You must remember that your elm is the elm of the elm tree, which means perseverance and prosperity."
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"First I planted three elm trees, close to the left of the pavilion. Close to, to the left of the pavilion, to the left of the pavilion~" The young man murmured to himself, his ears turned red, and he chuckled softly.
Chu Yu asked strangely, "What are you laughing at?"
"There is no elder in my family who can choose the word for me, which has troubled me for a long time. Now I have figured it out!"
Intention: Daydreaming