A hibiscus, stone beetle, and butterfly vase is on display at the newly opened cultural relics exhibition.
Zhou Zhishi, on a whim, blocked the display of labels so that everyone could guess the age of the vase.
Lin Jinran said it was from Qianlong, Shi Qingshan said it was from Yongzheng, and Ji Yanli said it was from Kangxi.
When it was Bai Junting's turn to speak, Shi Qingshan repeatedly stopped: "Hey, hey, the answer card is forbidden to participate in the competition! I really don't think I remember it, isn't this the one you almost broke when I was a kid?"
At the wine party that has been going on for four years, the warm-up game is the old "do I have you" again.
Twisting the red wine glass with her wrist, Lin Jinran chuckled: "A bullet once flew past my head... The moment the bullet flew past, I was thinking, this is probably enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life, right?"
The smile tilted up at the corner of his mouth was both proud and desolate.
"I won."
That night, moths flew high in the dark night.
The butterfly was nailed into a specimen.
If it was wrong at the beginning, is there any chance to correct it?
"Please wake up! Didn't you see that she has been wearing the wedding ring with that man on her ring finger?"
"So what?" Bai Junting lowered his head and looked at the ring finger of his left hand.
Isn't he the same?
He was waiting for Chun Lei to remind her who she really loved...
Intention: Not only those who look upward are called the world