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Let's take a look at the three-life love relationship between the good-for-nothing Maruko, Curly Tou, and clone Momo Zhenzhen.
First life: They are fellow villagers and comrades.
Second life: Baizhen is really a financial tycoon and business tycoon. In the 1990s, when he was still a student, he picked up Xiaowanzi from nowhere. But because he was entangled by the alien Doudou who created him, he had to put the little ball in the curly head to take care of him.
The third life: The identities of Maruko-chan and Curly Tou remain unchanged in the second life, but Baizhenzhen has become an artist. Yes, an artist. A painting can be sold for hundreds of millions, and a song can be popular all over the country.
What will Xiaowanzi choose in the end?
Curly Head: Of course my little ball will choose me! Hahahaha
Baizhenzhen held his forehead: Professor Yuda, I really want to tear you apart!
The curly head responded with a grimace: Hahahaha, Xiaowanzi is still waiting for me to go back and cook! I don't have the same experience as you, a violent maniac. Snort!
Xiaowanzi, I'm back!
Ending HE
This article covers cities, fantasy, fairies and demons, interstellar travel, past and present lives, aliens in outer space... Don't comment if you don't like it...
"Qingshan Silence"
Mountains have green hills Mountains have green hills
Qingshan Momo Qingshan Mo
Beyond the green hills, there are green hills. Injuries add to injuries.
In the end, it wasn't as long as the stream, and it didn't last until dawn
In the end, there are no love songs flying, and there is no waiting for the end of the world.
The sun and moon will never be seen again
No one will look up to heaven and earth from now on
Flowers and paintings, no one has been buried since then
Tears dripping on colorful stones, riding on the wings of a kite and flying away without a trace.
The cigarette rising between the index fingers once again unfolds its strange chapter
Poor Lyre Pangzhuo's family, Miss Wenjun has no one to write a poem - think about it one by one
old wall broken tiles
It is difficult to bear the weight of countless meteors
deserted garden withered poplar
It's hard to bring back the old laughter and curses
Dreaming about Mandarin Ducks in The West Chamber
Cui Yingying tells the story
I haven't spoken yet, tears first
Rumble…
Beyond the green hills, there are green hills. Beyond the sadness, I get hurt again and again.
This article was actually written from the second half of 2020 to early to mid-2021.
Intention: Just be happy!
