That Hunhunfei wrote articles and scolded so many people, why didn't he scold that bastard Lu Tonggeng?
Wutong is a hundred years old, and his name means longevity and peace.
I always feel that this kind of beautiful and unrealistic meaning, the more I mention it, the more it seems like an empty extravagant hope, wasting blessings in vain.
So I don't call him by his name, he is just my "second brother".
The man saw that I was lost, took pity on me, and asked me what I wanted to do next.
I said that the maple leaves by the lake were red, and I wanted to go see them with him.
After hearing this, the man sighed and advised me to give up on that guy with a human face and an animal heart.
He closed the door and I finally cried.
My lover died in the autumn when I was twenty-four.
The sycamore trees outside the newspaper office were withered and yellow, and most of them had fallen. I know they will still be flourishing next summer, but my sycamores will never come back.
In the background of the Republic of China, the second son of a notorious warlord returned to the country × the genius and sharp newspaper editor-in-chief
Intention: Love bravely, love boldly