"Dong" Du Zijun pushed the wooden hammer and hit the bell, and the bell reverberated. Standing next to the wooden general, he looked at the land of Qin and Shaanxi in the distance and sighed at the ancients.
Du Zijun patiently waited for his family to finish the tour and walked along with the flow of people.
Go down the steps with variables "1", "2", "3", "...", "89", And "99".
"Sister, watch the road." Brother Du Ziyu reminded.
The boy wrapped in a red and white lamb velvet cotton jacket looked like an erupting Mount Fuji. He was walking up with a stack of paper. He must also be a believer.
The steps were narrow, and in the middle of her walk, she blocked the way of people coming up. When she heard Du Ziyu's voice, she hurriedly gave way.
15 Days have passed...
Looking up at the mountainside, there was a large red light, a "whoosh" sound of fireworks, fireworks blooming in mid-air, and then the "cracking" sound of firecrackers, Du Zijun walked up with difficulty.
A touch of red came down from the mountain, and two pairs of eyes looked at each other in the air, both surprised (⊙o⊙).
I didn't expect this man to be a true believer.
Intention: Fate changes like clouds