"I hold my lute in my arms to watch the cranes, and I rest my head on a stone until the clouds return."
Xie Qiu never expected that he seemed to be dead, but he didn't seem to be completely dead. After all, no one said that people can still hear the noisy sounds outside after death. He patiently endured it for a long time, and finally broke out of the ground. Unexpectedly, he was picked up as soon as he came out of the ground.
Xie Qiu:? ? ?
When he fully adapted to the light outside, he found that he seemed to be huddled in the arms of a man, and this man... Why did he look a little like his pet from eight hundred years ago? ?
And it seems that I have become a minor? !
Xie Qiu was very angry and wished he could die again on the spot.
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