The Stories of Those Girls

The sky was gray and it looked like a heavy snow was about to fall. I couldn't feel the wind, but there was a cold air that rushed to my face and penetrated through my clothes and into my bones. The road outside the gate of my grandpa's compound was still an east-west dirt road, eight or nine meters wide. The color of the road was so yellow that it turned white. Several long ruts led to the road and turned. The ruts are concave, and there are edges on both sides of the ruts, like the frozen well ropes being dragged away, winding and stiff. On this winter day, on this road, more than thirty filial sons and grandsons of my grandpa knelt down towards my grandpa's coffin. Behind the coffin were several tricycles, on which were seated my mother, aunt, sister-in-law and other female relatives. Grandpa's coffin has been placed on the eighteen arranged poles, and a classically decorated, gorgeous and elegant coffin cover has been buckled.

Cheng Jiaoniang's stupid son has recovered from his illness, but she always feels that she is and is not Cheng Jiaoniang. She has some strange memories in her mind. As the daughter abandoned by the Cheng family, she still has to return to the Cheng family. However, she is here to get her memories back, not to be bullied with a blind eye. *************************** Cover, produced~

A counselor strategizes and wins a victory thousands of miles away. She is not a beauty, beauty is a chess piece in her hand, she is not a powerful person, and heroes are defeated by competition. ****This book is published as a physical book in two versions. If you want to collect it, please buy the collector's edition of "The Beauty of the Country", which is divided into two parts, a total of four volumes. There is another version that has not yet been released, so please don't buy it wrong.

Ye Shizhou wore it. From the 3S level spiritual star war god to the soft bun of Lin'an Village, it is only a hoe's distance away. My father hasn't returned from the battlefield for three years, my mother is my stepmother, my brother is lazy, he's not afraid, and if he doesn't obey, he usually deserves a beating! Don't be afraid if your younger siblings are too young to dislike you. Just let your sister do it! ! The happy man galloped wildly on the fine road. If you are not careful, you will become like a leader.