"It snowed in Yanjing in the past year, and it will fall in Jiangnan next year."
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Yu Ming went up to the tower and looked at the Yushui River, which was so far south. The place where the long wind could not blow was my hometown.
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Jiang Sheng felt the head on his shoulder tilted slightly and looked at his mandible. He was indifferent and still maintained his embracing posture.
"The general ordered me to arrive an hour earlier than your carriage yesterday."
As if he was afraid that Yu Ming would disappear suddenly, he tightened his hand and buried his head in Yu Ming's neck.
"The four seasons in Jiangnan go by quickly. Just wait for me."
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The yellow sand is misty under the blue sky. Amidst the ups and downs, someone will definitely raise his whip to drive away the fog and move the grass so that the world can see the sky again.
He should be a teenager.
Concept: Evenly matched love
