I had just received this month's living allowance and last month's salary. I thought I would go out for a walk before the school was closed, but I didn't expect it. I just slipped away and disappeared.
The moment the hot pot exploded, Yuan Xianyun just felt that this was the fate they deserved.
When he opened his eyes again, he was already an ordinary freshman crowded into the crowd on the train...
In 1963, three years had just passed, and the country's vitality had not yet recovered, and another ten years were ahead.
Fortunately, he still had a golden finger and looked at the four digits in his WeChat wallet. Xianyun was immediately convinced.
Mission: Struggle of the times