Raising his hand, he picked a few bright yellow fruits from among the leaves, peeled them off and threw them into his mouth. Han Qing looked at the fields and cattle in the distance and touched his chin: When can I go back to seclusion...
"Han Qing! I spent the whole afternoon buying wine and you lost it. Where is the wine?" The person in front of him shouted angrily with his hands on his hips. "The gang leaders are starting to fight again. The one from the palace will be arriving later, and you're still trying to catch a fish!"
Han Qing walked over with a smile, and walked faster and faster, "Hey, hey, here he is... Here he is."
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Because I don't do anything serious, the same goes for novels, which come from very random interests.
Purpose: Live with a clear conscience