Bai Qiuzhuo: Why do you always like to pretend to be weak in front of others? ?
Zhuang Yun thought: I want you to be different from others...
Bai Qiuzhuo: Pretending again?
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Zhuang Yunxiang was deceived by his aunt again. He looked at the densely packed trees in all directions and the one in the middle... This looked like an old corpse in a mountain village. It was also called a luxury villa? But pull it down...
Besides, how could he enjoy a happy life? He looked at the broom in his hand...
(A plant)
Well, he compromised, who made him pure, kind, beautiful and generous.
The author is a novice, and it's not good if he doesn't know how to write. Don't... Dislike it?
I am updating slowly. I am usually at school. I will write slowly.
Intent: Socialism, equality, justice and harmony...