The sky has been smeared with a layer of orange, the clouds are plated with gold, and the peach branches fell down with a "snap" and hit my head impartially.
"Ouch!" I cried out in pain.
"Hee hee," the girl Azhao was still smiling, "I was hit by a peach blossom, and I must be lucky to be here. Miss, you were hit by a peach branch, what did you get?"
"Good luck with the peach branch." I also followed her mindless fuss.
(Lightning protection: This article does not require too much thinking, just have fun.
The male protagonist said that he really can't even stand my mother... Let's try to imagine him as handsome, which will help reduce anger.
This article is BE.
If you don't like it, just spray it. Thank you. )
Purpose: Not all growth is voluntary.