Genius Republican Mechanic X Elegant Blonde Harpist
Xia Diaolan Mo Wei'an
Background: World War II to the founding of New China (this article is purely fictitious, any similarity is purely accidental, please do not take it personally)
"Brother, look! The handsome golden boy!"
"Huh?"
"The one with blond hair and golden eyes"
"Oh."
"Don't you like handsome guys?"
"...... Is your brain a limited edition?"
"Yeah. The carved railings sound very gorgeous at first sight. It's quite poetic.
I seem to have heard it in some poem. "
"It's not those two words."
"Oh? Teach me how to write?"
"No need."
"Please note, this is not China."
"So what?"
"I can reluctantly lend you my name.
A classmate with a nice name. "
"Diaolan, Diaolan... I'm here to see you."
"If you can hear it, please teach me in your dreams
Let me write your name once, okay? "
"I remembered that poem."
Concept: Life is a straight line, and all the ups and downs have already been destined.