I dug this pit to commemorate a friendship that wasn't profound, but was unforgettable.
An ordinary medicinal herb garden, filled with a garden's worth of common herbs...
Then one day, they all became spirits...
This is really just a running account of various herbaceous plants squatting in this pit and counting their embarrassing daily mishaps...
Pillow has something to say:
1. This pit was dug to commemorate someone who has passed away, although the plot has absolutely nothing to do with that person. = =|||
2. This story won't compete for rankings, won't be contracted, and has no guaranteed update schedule.
3. This story is pure invention. If you're a stickler for historical accuracy, please click the X.
4. This is an embarrassing pit, and in a certain sense, every character in it is a protagonist. If it made you laugh, praise me with flowers. If it didn't, you can pelt me with bricks, but! Don't silently read without commenting... TAT
So wet, so wet... Applause... Although it is more suitable to use chanting words ~
It's such a short chapter... It's over before I've even finished reading it...
Hahahaha... Pillow, your last sentence shines!!!
It feels a bit like something in a pool But is it a trap if it looks good?
Puff!!!! It's over and I've completely figured out this divine song!!!
Sing to the tune of "I dare to ask where the road is"... Too...
Why does this poem have the original literary brilliance of Mao Mu! Ouch!
I feel, I am so handsome! Not bad!
I'm here to urge you to write. Correct color.
Below, below, below!