When Lu Meng woke up, there was a piece of bricks and tiles above his head without the sky, and the bricks and tiles were very special, not quite like the simple bricks and tiles in his own home, but a bit like the taste of Wu Hou. He actually wanted to see the stars. If a man from the Cao family would have recited a few poems about his disappointment at this time, Lu Ziming was not an artistic man, he was an honest and down-to-earth uncle.
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