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The sunlight passed through the glass window and moved from one corner of the ward to the other. If it weren't for the pungent smell of disinfectant that lingered in his nose for a long time, Xiang Diandian would have thought that he didn't turn his back on the almanac when he went out. He struggled hard for a few times, then slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and sure enough he saw several heads gathered around him. After the disaster, Xiang Diandou breathed a rare sigh of relief. At this time, he rested his head under his right arm and laughed shamelessly: "Good boy, can you call me daddy?" Cheng Chen resisted the urge to hit someone and just rolled his eyes: "I'm older than you, so I'm not afraid of losing my life?" "Are you all so indifferent?" Xiang Diandian looked away sadly and said, "I just woke up and you didn't even call anyone?" These little guys still have a good conscience, but their "Duandie" shouts are uneven. But this did not prevent Xiang Diedie from being in a good mood. He scratched the back of his head and responded: "Yeah." "Die Die", isn't he the ancient version of dad? Rounding it all off, he still made a profit.

Once upon a time there was a mountain. There is a Taoist temple in the mountains, and there lives a Taoist priest who is ignorant of worldly affairs. The Taoist priest cannot make elixirs, make talismans, or tell fortunes. On every cloudless day, he would just raise his head and stare blankly at the sky. A young man pursued this place and threatened that he was destined to this mountain and would never leave from now on: "My young master, Su Yunqi, walked to the water bank at the top of this mountain and sat down to watch the clouds rise. Do you think it is similar to this place?" Is there a destiny?" The Taoist priest was speechless and said with a smile: "Good disciple, this young master said that he is destined to be with you." The female disciple Ling Yue raised her eyebrows without thinking, "It is not a good sign that the moon is covered by dark clouds. It is also a bad omen."

The afternoon light was shining brightly, seemingly ignoring the biting winter wind, adding a bit of hustle and bustle to the crowd that had already blocked the school gate.

The hope of rebirth creates a different ending. This time, let us write the Journey to the West together in a dream world.