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Young people never know how high the sky is and how high it is.
Everywhere you look, you are conceited and talented.
Them
Full of wealth and wealth, too lazy to notice,
Dare to face injustice.
Modesty yet arrogance, pride yet honesty.
I know it's meaningless, but I can't help but cling to it.
Introduction:
"Ooooooo, my sister Xinman"
"Manman, stop crying. If you cry again, you will become a little cat."
"Did I wear makeup?"
"Call me Acheng!"
"Okay, Acheng."
…
"Should I call you Cheng, too?"
"If someone shouts, will we hear it wrong?"
"I only let you call me Acheng."
…
"A Cheng!"
"Huh?"
"Nothing..."
"Acheng."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
Update: Update as the occasion demands, can be urged.
Updates will be added from time to time.
Characters: All people are flesh and blood.
Comments: Please comment! I want lots and lots of comments!
Original work, created by me alone.
Finally: I won't give up!
Purpose: A young man's story