He said: "Hello... Hello." He received a chuckle from the other side: "Why didn't I know that the apprentice that Old Man Zhao took on this time was a little stammerer."
He said: "Senior... Senior brother." The other person joked: "It's not like you are holding your daughter-in-law in your hand. She is so precious. If she falls, she still protects her."
He said: "Happy birthday, senior... Senior brother." He had a cold face, but his heart softened.
He said: "Hodor is not wrong. I believe him." For the first time, he felt that his name really sounded good.
He said: "The hibiscus flowers are in bloom, why haven't you come back yet?" His fatigue for so long seemed to disappear in an instant.
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Some people say that the eldest son of the Zhao family is a mortal fairy, trapped in the deepest mortal world, but he has never really cared about anyone. Zhao Jin didn't think so until he first met him in Kyoto that year. Whether it was the heavy snow that was too blinding or the cold wind that was too biting, the person broke into his heart so easily and quickly took root firmly. When he realized it, the roots were already connected to every inch of flesh and blood, making it difficult to remove.
Intention: One look is forever young, but this heart remains the same