In the winter of the third year of Longsheng's reign, there was an unprecedented snowstorm and food disaster. All the government offices had enough food to survive the winter. The vermilion gates tightly isolated the two landscapes. "The wine and meat smelled stinky in the Zhumen, and the roads were frozen to death" was the best description at that time.
Seventeen-year-old Cheng Zhao went around begging with a skinny eight or nine-year-old child. When he met some kind-hearted people, he couldn't even open the pot himself, but he still gave them two spoons of thin rice water.
That day they met a young man wearing a white cloak. His sharp eyebrows could not hide the compassion in his eyes. His collar was turned out and he looked very noble. He took out a copper coin from his sleeve and left the umbrella in place. Cheng Zhao wanted to thank him, but he had already turned around and left, like a fairy, coming and riding on the snow. Perhaps what he didn't know was that those copper coins kept the two children through the winter.
That quick glance reminded Cheng Zhao in his mind for three years.
Pure love gangster attack × elegant young master suffer
The ps author is a high school student and can only update weekly, but he can write in school
Intention: Fang and translation are mixed together, but Zhaozhi is still intact.