Under the broken branches of the plum tree, there stood two young heroes. In that golden autumn, they danced with swords and traveled around the world, curling up their sleeves of human fireworks. The osmanthus leaves fell from the tree and fell on their shoulders. They looked at each other and smiled, with their eyes shining brightly.
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"Brother, look, the sweet-scented osmanthus you raised has bloomed." When will you come back?
"Brother, look, I've repaired your sword..." No matter if you hit me or scold me, I just want to see you...
"Brother, it's New Year's Eve..." You said you would spend New Year's Eve with me from now on...
His senior brother is a big liar. His senior brother, who was usually kind to him, has since fallen into hell and will never recover.
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"Master?"
Under the osmanthus tree stood a man dressed in white, blending in with the golden osmanthus. The man asked: "What's the matter?"
He trotted up and hugged the man fiercely. This time, he caught his god. Even if he was doomed, he would not hesitate.
Whether it's a lonely ghost or a dove occupying a magpie's nest, he knows that this is his master.
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Yan Jinling actually never thought about it, but he+ was the person in this book.
Intention: just squeeze in the garlic and become an outsider.