All Are Classics

The old man in ragged clothes squatted on the birch wood pile in front of the dilapidated house, drank a sip of homemade shochu, smoked a very strong green toad dry smoke, squinted his eyes, looked at the sunset that was about to set in the Changbai Mountains, and said to a child of about six or seven years old next to him who was playing with two local dogs, one black and one white: "Fusheng, the beast that the Siberian tiger fears the most is not the rough-skinned beast. The thick black blind man is not a 600-pound wild boar king, but a mountain guard dog who went up the mountain. "Many years later, the old man lay in an inconspicuous grave. The child who was not frozen to death by the smoke cannons in the heavy snow and was not poked in the back by the villagers of Zhangjiazhai finally walked out of the mountains and came to the city. Like a mad dog that entered the mountains, he was bitten and knelt down, so he was honored. His father, like an old turtle, died unknown. His brother is like a hungry eagle, fighting in the north. His father is like a thin tiger, facing the Jieshi in the east. Can he, nicknamed Chen Ergou, fight for a lifetime of prosperity? －－－－－－－－－－－－－－

When Su Shan had an encyclopedia of skills in his mind, his life in the parallel world was completely different. Originally an artist, he has shone brightly in the entertainment industry... (Reader base: 473860456)

There are times in life that must be fulfilled, and there are no times in life that must be forced. This is a story about longevity fruit.