The Days When I Sold Myself to a Big Showman

My own wife, I feel pain...

That's not true. Where is your wife behind me?

With black hair, they looked at each other in a trance and were speechless. My heart is numb, and I turn around and shed tears like rain for thousands of years. Holding the pipa and playing the pipa, so close yet so far apart Looking back in vain, a prosperous era is as prosperous as an epiphyllum Alluring beauty, all the peach blossoms, turned around, lonely and noisy

Good afternoon, weirdo. Stop what you are doing, drink a cup of good tea, and read a good book. Life will be so pleasant. Come on, the housekeeper hopes you can write a more flavorful chapter. Bring your books together in 2020!