"Listen, it's raining again."
The Buddhist chuuniu is slow and restrained in attack
Han Chuan, a staunch materialist who has lived for twenty-five years, feels that he has been manipulated by mysterious forces.
(A melodious ancient melody) Wandering into Tianjia by mistake~~~~
If he was given another chance to choose, he would rather get soaked than go to a coffee shop to hide from the rain.
Mu Xisheng: "Not satisfied with your work? You don't have to come to work tomorrow."
Han Chuan: "Boss, I'm kidding you."
I really only gave up my waist for five buckets of rice.
Things in the world are like floating clouds, and like a long river, the flow never stops.
Have you ever heard the story of prehistoric times?
Wait for the wind to blow, wait for the rain to come.
Waiting for guidance on the way out.
No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you in Wuyou Township.
Purpose: All sentient beings come and go for the sake of meeting each other, so why bother seeking results.