The girl in bright clothes looked at the sky with scorching eyes, and read out lines one by one that made people feel like they could carve out a Barbie castle on the spot: I want to be unable to cover my eyes again this day; Thirty years in the east of the river, thirty years in the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty: I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust... Ye Chenghuan is calm on the surface, but crazy on the inside, all because of this fucking talent. Hmm... Why is the spirit of speech not considered a talent?
Intention: self-reliance