"That old immortal named Jiang! I told you, I hate things with handles the most! If you give me one, I'll give you one. Aren't you just a disgusting person? Please keep me company!"
The main door of Jiang's courtyard opened with a clang, and another boy who was half scolding, half complaining, and half shrinking was swept out.
Both the shops and the residents in this area have long turned a blind eye, and at most they joked over the steaming big leaf tea bowl: "Master Jiang is teasing Boss Jiang again."
At the same time, the corner door of the compound creaked and moved open a crack.
A slim little man stood tall and straight, with apricot eyes lowered, holding an open playbook in his hand, and walking with light steps on his feet.
"Fengyulou asked Boss Jiang to choose a piece of music."
Shy, shy, secretive, daring to love, daring to hate, and push into every detail "Xiaoyu Tuanzi" & carefree, hot on the outside and cold on the inside (once), not messy, daring to act, daring to be a "big fox girl"
Attention! This work only borrows from the general background of the "Republic of China" for creation, and does not fully conform to history! If you don't mind, don't enter! ! !
Intention: Two-way redemption, life towards death