Sang Tong sat in front of the dresser, which was filled with all kinds of bottles and cans. I don't know when Sang Tong, who doesn't like makeup, started to use these things.
As soon as she used the concealer pen to cover the blue under her eyes, she saw that there was an extra line of fine lines at the corner of her eyes, and she suddenly felt angry. She picked up the pillow that fell on the ground and threw it at the person on the bed with a "whoosh".
As soon as Su Sifang raised his hand, he skillfully caught the pillow and hugged it in his arms. He put one hand behind his head and leaned on the head of the bed to smile at Sang Tong.
Sang Tong pinched his waist and stood on the bed pointing at Su Sifang and yelled: "From now on, it will be up to three times a month! When you are young, you are like a log. When you are an old couple, come with me!"
He pointed at the corners of his eyes and signaled Su Sifang to look: "Look at my crow's feet, from now on I must ensure eight hours of sleep every day! Or sleep in separate rooms!"
Su Sifang leaned comfortably on the head of the bed, with a strange arc on the corner of his mouth.
She didn't tell Sang Tong that she, who has always had excellent eyesight, suddenly became short-sighted last year. She couldn't hear and couldn't see clearly. Whatever she scolded herself.
It's just that Su Sifang has always had a doubt in his heart: Isn't it said in the book that women are like wolves at thirty and forty like tigers? Why is it that when I was young, I pestered my own people with sweet words every night, but at this age when I was supposed to be as fierce as a tiger, I suddenly withered
This year, Sang Tong was forty and Su Sifang was thirty-six.
More than ten years of running-in has ignited the slow-warming Su Sifang into a raging fire, while Sang Tong, who was full of energy back then, has entered the Buddhist family in advance.
Soak feet with ginger and wormwood, soak wolfberry and white fungus in water, blood-enriching and beauty-enhancing oral liquid, massage Zusanli every day...
There are all kinds of books on health preservation and diet therapy in the study room. If time can be turned back again, Sang Tong, who is in her twenties, would never have imagined that she would look like this when she was forty.
Five years ago, Niu Ziru, the second-generation director of the Bureau of Special Events Handling, submitted an application for retirement and recommended Sang Tong, who was only thirty-five years old, as the next director.
Due to the resetting of time, the first director of the bureau has changed. If Sang Tong takes over smoothly, he will become the youngest and most outstanding director in history, and he will definitely become a monumental figure in the internal history.
After Sang Tong heard the news, he rushed back to the base overnight and had a secret talk with Niu Ziru for two hours. Finally, Hua Yunyue was recommended by the new director.
Insiders were puzzled, and those who didn't know felt sorry for Sang Tong.
In order to avoid Hua Yunyue's embarrassing situation and a decision that Sang Tong had long wanted to make but had no chance, Sang Tong submitted an application for self-retirement before Director Niu Ziru retired.
This incident shocked the entire Bureau of Special Events Handling, and even the Central Special Team sent a commissioner to Sang Tong secretly to understand the situation, and Hua Yunyue even called to ask why.
After several months of tossing, Sang Tong finally got his wish.
Even the set of outfits that are regarded as treasures are just a few selected to take away as souvenirs that are more commemorative than practical.
Inadvertently left a legend in the Bureau of Special Events that can be passed down for generations.
After retiring, Sang Tong stayed in the Northeast and ran the paper-making shop with Su Sifang. He picked and planted a few fruit trees around the crooked neck tree. Now the backyard of the shop is like a small orchard, and he can eat it every day in autumn. Fresh fruits.
…
Su Sifang put on his clothes, went around Sang Tong, hugged her waist, and rested his chin on her shoulder: "Are you still angry?"
Sang Tong slapped the back of Su Sifang's hand: "I hate it."
Su Sifang smiled. Although she couldn't hear, she clearly understood what Sang Tong was going to say.
Sang Tong turned around and hugged Su Sifang's neck in a rare way: "I have something to discuss with you."
"What?"
"I want a baby."
Su Sifang blinked, the years did not leave traces in her eyes, those pupils were still clear, as before.
"I give birth? You give birth?"
Sang Tong was annoyed: "How old are we both? Older mothers are dying! Besides, I have an emotional cleanliness. I don't want to conceive anyone else, let alone you!"
"Then what to do?"
"Adopt one."
…
Although Sangtong people are not in the "jianghu", they still have unshakable connections. Skipping complicated and illogical review procedures, she and Su Sifang came to the Shanyang City Welfare Institute on a sunny afternoon.
The dean personally received the nurses and lined up with the children. The dozen or so children were all girls, which made Sang Tong feel a little uncomfortable.
The youngest of them was still a baby, and the oldest was no more than ten years old.
Sang Tong pulled Su Sifang straight to the nurse who was holding the baby. She was not a saint after all, but she still had some selfishness. Of course, the child was caring since childhood.
The child is pink and cute but suffers from congenital cleft lip and palate, commonly known as: cleft lip.
Presumably this is also the reason why she was abandoned, Sang Tong didn't care. She was strong enough to heal the child, so she pulled Lasu Sifang's hand to let her lover see if the child fit her eyes.
Suddenly, Sang Tong was attracted by a three or four-year-old girl standing in the corner, and there was no nurse holding her.
The dean saw it and said to the head nurse beside him: "You take Xiaodie back."
Sang Tong stopped him and said, "Why? What's wrong with this child?"
The dean said respectfully: "In fact, there are many children in our hospital. For the consideration of both the children and the adoptive families, except for those under the age of one, every child must undergo a psychological and behavioral evaluation before being adopted. This child... has Autistic tendencies still need follow-up treatment and observation."
Sang Tong walked over and saw a scarlet birthmark on Xiaodie's neck, starting from the back of the neck and passing through the left side of the neck, and there was also a little bit on the parotid gland.
The dean explained: "Do you think this birthmark looks like a butterfly flying lightly?"
"Well, it really looks like it."
Sang Tong's thoughts drifted away, and he came back to his senses a second before Xiaodie was pulled away by the nurse: "It's her!"
"Leadership? Don't you think about it anymore? This kid..."
Sang Tong came to Xiaodie and knelt down on one knee, and said softly: "Would you like to let us be your mother?"
There was a burst of exclamation in the yard, and Xiaodie, who was assessed as having "autism", stood on tiptoe and hugged Sang Tong's neck.
…
Coaxed Xiaodie to sleep Su Sifang went to the study and took out a dictionary and sat next to Sang Tong: "What name should I give my daughter?"
"This child... I think I recalled something. I want to give her a word from each of Murong's and Yuwa'er's names, okay?"
Su Sifang put down the dictionary, put his arms around Sang Tong's shoulders with a smile: "Of course I have no objection, but do you really not think about it anymore?"
"Think about what?"
"Look, you pick words from their names... What's your daughter's name? Muyu? Yumu?"
Sang Tong frowned: It's true, the names of these two people are quite nice when taken alone, how did they become like this when they were combined together
Seeing that his lover was bothering him, Su Sifang thought for a moment and said, "Well... you see, if you sisters belong to the same clan, just give the child the same surname as yours. Why not call your daughter Sang Nianrong? The nickname is Xiaodie."
Sang Tong listened to his right hand pinch and counted a few times naturally: "It's a pity that I don't know the horoscope of this child's birthday, and I don't know if this name will help her five elements, but just from the words, it's not bad. No sword, no evil, no punishment. Gushang, 'I have an exquisite heart now, and the barn is covered and there is no need to worry about food', not bad!"
"Look at you, didn't you say that the golden basin has washed its hands? It's an occupational disease again!"
"My daughter still needs to pay attention to some things! Besides, I call it resignation. When did I wash my hands? Isn't the shop still open?"
…
Under the careful care of Sang Tong and Su Sifang, Xiaodie thrived and soon got rid of "autism" and became a lively and clever girl. The family of three enjoyed themselves happily and laughed constantly.
What Xiaodie likes most is the fruit forest behind the paper-making shop. With Sang Tong sitting in the town, she is not afraid of the so-called taboos of the funeral home. The children play happily every day.
A few days before entering elementary school, a bolt of lightning struck the backyard of the paper-making shop and hit the crooked neck tree where Qin Huaian was staying. Xiao Die picked up a kitten whose eyes hadn't opened yet in the tree hole. After obtaining the consent of the two mothers, the kitten officially became a member of the family and named it Yaya.
In the next few days, miraculous things happened again. The scarlet butterfly birthmark on Xiaodie's neck disappeared overnight, and her appearance was no different from other children.
In the summer when Xiaodie finished her college entrance examination at the age of sixteen, ten-year-old Yaya passed away without a sound.
The joy of the admission notice no longer exists, Xiaodie hugged Yaya's body and cried bitterly. A few days ago, she was still worrying about what to do with Yaya when she went to college, and Yaya left before school started.
Xiaodie refused the request of the two mothers to accompany her to the paper-making shop alone. She dug a hole with her own hands at the place where Yaya was found, took out the lipstick of Sangtong that she secretly took out, and dipped it in her little finger. Gently tap on Yaya's eyebrows: "Yaya, if this world really has an afterlife like what mother said, you must come to me in the next life."
On the day of Sang Tong's fifty-sixth birthday, Xiaodie took out the money she saved during her work-study program in college and held a banquet for Sang Tong.
Ayun and Amin, who were at the opposite door, brought their children, grandchildren and grandchildren on the spot. After drinking for three rounds and eating, Wuwei Xiaodie frantically winked at Su Sifang, but the latter gave up at a critical moment!
Xiaodie gave her mother a look of hatred for being weak, cleared her throat and stood up: "Mothers, I have a message to announce."
Sang Tong put down his chopsticks and said lovingly, "Oh? Are you talking about friends?"
"Mom! What are you talking about!"
Amidst the laughter, Xiaodie took out a newspaper.
Newspapers have long been out of circulation in this era, and only a few copies of each issue will be printed and sent to the archives for archiving. Xiaodie borrowed this newspaper from the archives.
"After a vote of the National People's Congress, the Standing Committee carefully discussed and decided that flower growers will officially recognize the legality of same-sex marriage starting from January 1 next year. Same-sex marriage is applicable to the existing marriage law, and the adoption conditions for same-sex married families are appropriately relaxed. …”
Everyone was stunned for a moment, Ayun took the lead in applauding, and everyone at the table, men, women, young and old, congratulated Sang Tong and Su Sifang.
Su Sifang finally stood up and took out a red heart-shaped box: "Tongtong, will you marry me?"
"Oh!" The juniors have already started to boo, Sang Tong blushed and pulled Su Sifang to blame: "I'll count to three, you hurry up! Half of the people are buried in the ground, why are you messing around with your daughter? You let me Where will I put this old face in the future?"
Su Sifang stubbornly insisted on kneeling on one knee: "Tongtong?"
A shyness like a girl flashed across Sang Tong's face: "You are a real person. Didn't you come with you in this life without a name? Didn't we still need that piece of paper? My daughter is so old... "That being said she took the ring.
That night, the two who always complained that Su Sifang put his arms and legs on the "others" caused the "others" to suffer from bone pain and slept in separate rooms slept together again.
After going through a period of sixty years and spending more than thirty years together, I have long lost the passion of my youth.
The rest is just vaguely hearing the other party's coughing and instantly dispelling sleepiness, observing for a long time nervously, and the habit of lifting the quilt so that it just covers the two of them when turning over in a daze.
Sang Tong had a dream: a girl in white was walking towards her, and she looked at her for a long time before realizing that this girl was Ah Miao, whom she had never seen since the end of the world.
"Big sister~."
"Meow? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but big sister, you're getting old~"
Touching the minefield, Sang Tong gritted his teeth and said, "Believe it or not?"
Ah Meow laughed, but there was an indelible sadness in that smile.
"What's the matter with you? What's the matter?"
"Sister, I'm leaving. I'm afraid I'll never see Lord Murong and Xiao Yu again in this life. I remember Lord Murong said that the three of you still have a relationship... If you see them, please help me." I say hello."
"Go? Aren't you a rootless soul? Where are you going?"
Ah Meow smiled sadly: "As Master Murong said back then, I have found my heart."
…
Master Murong said that my memory was sealed in other people's hearts. I used to be very close to her but couldn't meet her. The memory will only come back when I see her again. I flew all over thousands of mountains and rivers with the things Mr. Murong gave me, but I still couldn’t understand the Zen meaning in Mr. Murong’s words. The moment I saw her again, I finally understood.
Ah Meow This is the name given by my first friend after I became Rootless Soul. My name was Zhang Jiajia before I was alive.
Many years ago, I was a student of an art academy in Sacheon, and I fell in love with my roommate.
Her name is Zhang Meiqi.
When I started pursuing Zhang Meiqi, she didn't agree. She suffered from congenital heart disease. The doctor said that if she couldn't find a suitable heart source, she wouldn't live to be twenty years old. She advised me not to waste time on her, who is willing to donate a human being with only one heart
Her death is almost a foregone conclusion, don't get hurt for someone like her.
We are still together, and she did not resist my stubbornness in the end.
Or the countdown of life began at the flowery age of eighteen, which made her feel regretful, and my appearance may make up for one or two.
Our relationship is getting deeper and deeper, but every sunrise and sunset makes my heart feel like a knife. Zhang Meiqi ignored the opposition of her family and celebrated her 20th birthday with me alone, but because she used too much energy when blowing out the candles Shock in my arms.
I think I will never forget what she said to me looking at the candlelight that night: "Jiajia, I have no regrets in my life when I met you. If I die, please carry on living with my memory."
Majesty is lying in a deep coma in the intensive care unit, and the doctor has issued an ultimatum for at most a week. If she still can't find the source of her heart, please ask her family to prepare for her funeral.
Amidst the scolding of Zhang Meiqi's family, I secretly signed the body donation agreement, and tried my best to avoid important organs one second before the car accident was about to happen.
I thought: the heart of a brain-dead person should be usable, right
After Zhang Meiqi was discharged from the hospital, she somehow found out that I was her donor, and insisted on changing her name to Zhang Jiajia. She said she would live with my heart and my name.
Ah Meow looked straight at Sang Tong: "During the operation, my soul hadn't been taken away. In addition, my body was incomplete and someone replaced my name to live. There is no record of my death in the book of life and death. So I became rootless soul, and my memory was sealed along with my name and my heart."
Sang Tong looked at Ah Miao, speechless for a long time.
Ah Miao laughed again and asked, "Sister, don't you remember Zhang Jiajia?"
"Isn't Zhang Jiajia you?"
"Jiajia Mansions all over the country, the owner of Jiajia New Mart, Jiajia Park, Jiajia Real Estate, Jiajia Charity Foundation, Jiajia Heart Rescue Center, who approached you to deal with supernatural events more than 30 years ago Man, have you forgotten? I was really... very close to her."
Sang Tong suddenly realized: "So it's her..."
"She is Zhang Meiqi."
"Big sister, I have to go." Ah Miao's figure became more and more blurred.
"That's right! Yanyan and Wang Hao are together. In this timeline, Wang Hao became a vegetable after drowning. Yanyan brought his soul to the world in the painting."
"Ah Meow!" Sang Tong, who had seen all kinds of life, finally couldn't hold back, and yelled out into the emptiness.
The last ethereal voice came: "Sister, you look really ugly when you get old, just a little bit!"
"Tongtong? Wake up, Tongtong?"
Sang Tong woke up crying, Su Sifang couldn't help but coaxed Sang Tong to wipe his tears, "Have you had a nightmare? Who bullied you and told me?"
Sang Tong turned on the bedside lamp casually, and they couldn't communicate in the dark. Su Sifang looked at Sang Tong's lips nervously: "Tell me what's wrong, and it will be fine if you tell me."
Sang Tongwo cried for a long time in Su Sifang's arms, sniffed and said aggrievedly: "I dreamed about Ah Miao."
"Amiao? Is she okay? What did she tell you to make you sad? Did she bully you?"
Sang Tong choked up twice: "She said that I look very ugly when I get old."
Su Sifang couldn't help laughing, and quickly took Sang Tong's face and kissed him twice: "Who said that? My wife is the prettiest, the most beautiful old lady in the world."
On the day of Sang Tong's seventy-sixth birthday, the thirty-six-year-old Xiaodie brought back a person.
After graduating from university at the age of 20, Xiaodie declined the postgraduate quota, and joined the job early to teach Chinese in a high school.
She said: The two elderly people in the family are getting older. Although they have everything, she still wants to make money early to honor them.
Xiaodie pulled a tender girl who seemed to be able to squeeze out water. There was a round cinnabar mole between the girl's eyebrows: "Two mothers, let me introduce to you. She is my student Qin An'an who just finished the college entrance examination in Shanyang this year. The champion of the single subject of Chinese in the city."
Qin Anan's palms were already sweating, but his heart was beating like a drum, but he tried hard to straighten his chest to make himself look more reliable. Can they accept the teacher-student relationship that spanned sixteen years
But the teacher said... The teacher said that she would wait for her to grow up, and she has already been admitted to university! That is, Teacher Xiaodie's alma mater will strive to be assigned to a school in the future. If they become colleagues, they will not be counted as teachers and students, right
"An'an?"
"arrive!"
Sang Tong and Su Sifang looked at each other and smiled: "Sit down."
"Thank you two aunts~."
"Our family Xiaodie is eccentric, but you are the first person she brought home, so you have to take care of her in the future."
Qin Anan's face was as red as boiled shrimp, but his eyes were shining.
The hands under the table were gripping back harder and harder: "I will definitely listen to the teacher, Sister Xiaodie!"
…
Four years later, Sang Tong is eighty years old this year.
The Marriage Law Reform brought forward the age of marriage, and Qin An'an married Sang Nianrong in his freshman year.
Five years ago, there was a breakthrough in human same-sex reproduction, but it could only be carried out between two women for the time being.
Qin Anan, a terminal patient of "strict wife management" for the child's problem, ran to Sang Tong and Su Sifang's home crying and begged them to decide.
The reason is: Xiaodie wants to have a child with Qin Anan, which is a good thing. What Qin Anan was crying about was that Xiaodie chose to conceive herself. Xiaodie is already thirty-eight years old. No matter how advanced the technology is, she is still an advanced maternal age. Qin Anan knows that Xiaodie is reluctant to let her eighteen-year-old have a baby. Was she born at the age of eighteen
Xiaodie, who has always been filial and well-behaved in this matter, was stubborn. Fortunately, the delivery went smoothly. Xiaodie gave birth to a pair of twin daughters for Qin Anan, named Jingtong and Jingfang.
Eighty-year-old Sang Tong's body is not as good as before. When he was young, he recklessly slayed demons and used forbidden techniques.
On the other hand, because Su Sifang lost his hearing early in both ears, he unilaterally cut off Sang Tong's nagging all day long, and he lived younger and younger.
In his seventies, he is vigorous and vigorous, and he can walk up to the fifth floor without any effort.
On this day, Su Sifang personally pushed Sang Tong in the wheelchair. The wheelchair was electric and she insisted on pushing it. Six people from three generations went for a walk in the park.
Recently, Sang Tong doesn't like to eat, is depressed and always sighs. Even Su Sifang can't find out the specific reason. Today, he took her out to relax.
Sang Tong refused to say that the main reason was that Su Sifang would be sad. She felt that her body was getting worse day by day, maybe she hadn't lived for a few years, but there was something that was in her heart for a lifetime.
Almost all of Murong's prophecies came true, and she even used contacts she hadn't touched for many years to find out the caves of Miss Liu Er and Wolf King Xiaoyue.
But there is one more thing, the most important one, which has been delayed.
Mu Rong said: In this life, the three of them still have a relationship once.
"Mom, we want to play on the carousel!" Jingfang and Jingtong hung on Qin Anan's body and acted like a baby.
Qin Anan glanced at Xiaodie in embarrassment, and the latter understood: "You take the two children, I will accompany Mommy here."
But Sang Tong said to chase people away: "Go, go, you too! Your family of four has fun, don't waste time on me, an old coffin board."
"Mom, what are you talking about?"
Su Sifang waved his hand: "You go, I'm here."
Xiaodie was dragged away by Jing Tong step by step, and Sang Tong leaned on the wheelchair to bask in the sun.
There was a shout in the distance: "Cotton candy, a century-old brand of cotton candy!"
Sang Tong pointed to the stall in the distance, and Su Sifang urged: "You have arthritis again, just sit and wait for me, I'll go buy it for you!"
Sang Tong actually didn't want to eat it, what kind of candy would he eat if his teeth were almost gone? She just wanted to be alone for a while.
With an unintentional glance, she saw a figure from behind through the crowd, and excitedly manipulated the wheelchair to walk in the direction of the figure.
It was the back view of a young girl with a slender figure and a ponytail.
Wearing a retro sweater, white jeans and canvas shoes that have been completely out of print, they look a bit like Sang Tong and the others when they were young, with a sense of age.
"Hey, hey, don't miss it when you pass by. Ancestors look at faces, palms, horoscopes, and fate! Fortune-telling and measuring characters avoid evil and seek good luck! The iron mouth is straight and no money is not allowed!"
The girl with the ponytail grabbed the girl who was passing by: "Does the girl look at the picture? You can't ask for money!"
"dont see!"
"Hey, don't go, don't go!" Sang Tong clearly saw the girl with the ponytail turning around to chase the two of them.
The girl was helpless: "You...forget it, just look."
The girl with the ponytail gave a "tsk" and glanced at the other party: "Please stretch out your right hand~."
"Ouch! It's amazing! It's amazing!" the girl with the ponytail shouted while holding each other's hands.
"What happened?"
"Girl, I figured out that you and I have a predestined relationship in this life. I think the two of us should register."
"Crazy!" The girl flung her hand away as if flying away.
The girl with the ponytail chased after her and shouted: "What I said is true! The craftsmanship passed down from generation to generation in our family can't be mistaken! Girl, don't go, you have been chasing for ninety-nine lives. I am destined to chase you in this life." Ah! Girl, don't run away! Let me tell you that our life is arranged, do you understand the arrangement? It is clearly arranged, you can't escape, hey, come back!"
Su Sifang held up the marshmallow like an ant on a hot pot in a panic, and the child pointed to the distance with sharp eyes and said crisply: "Isn't grandma right there?"
Xiaodie ran over, full of worry, the moment she saw Sang Tong's face, she couldn't speak a word.
"Mom? Why are you crying?"
Sang Tong showed a long-lost smile and wiped away tears: "Be quiet and don't let the old woman see, the sand got in your eyes."
"Then I'll show you off."
"Daughter."
"Um?"
"Let's go home."
Xiaodie pushed Sang Tong's wheelchair: "Okay, let's go back."
"Mom wants to eat hot pot tonight."
"The doctor said that your stomach cannot eat red oil."
"I want to eat!"
"Okay, okay, let's go shopping when we go back."
Su Sifang handed the cotton candy to Sang Tong, and naturally took the armrest of the wheelchair without a word of harshness.
Sang Tong ate marshmallows and sat in a wheelchair pushed by Su Sifang, followed by two generations of a family of six and left the park in the sunset.
END.
The author has something to say: It’s time for the book once again, and finally to say something to everyone.
I am an author who can't keep up with the trend and can't write hot topics. I only like to create things that I can touch and control.
So thank you very much for your company along the way. This is my third finished novel, the first "The Female General and the Princess", the second "The Ugly Man", and the third "My Roommate of Death" Log in to the author's background and see that the pits I dug with my own hands have turned into small saplings. That kind of mood~ I have a sense of accomplishment that youth does not lose.
Although Lily's audience is relatively small, and generally speaking (as far as I am concerned), the subscription is average, but I must say that all Lily's readers are the most beautiful angels, without exception.
Maybe when writing a certain plot, it will cause some readers' small emotions, but you will always tolerate me, even if you leave, you will quietly close the interface, and you will not say anything that hurts me.
Thank you, thank you all for taking care of me.
From April 1st, 2017 to October 10th, 2018, I created a total of 1,781,446 words. It can only be said that I have tried my best not to disappoint your company, expectation and waiting.
Every time I come to this time, I will stare at this small frame and be silent for a long time, always feeling that I still have a lot of things to say to everyone.
Over the past year or so, I have memorized too many names. Some people have been with me, and some have left halfway.
Thank you to everyone, and silently look forward to seeing your names again in a certain book someday in the future.
Maybe as I have more works, you inadvertently click on a book and read it, and glance at the author when you think it's not bad. "Huh? So it's Lord Grim." I will always have such good expectations.
I expect to rest for about two months. On January 1, 2019, at eight o'clock in the morning, I will wait for you in the new book.
I’m still hesitating about what to write next book. If you can, please pay attention to Weibo: Jinjiang Hundred Collaborators, please ask Jun Moxiao. One day there will be a vote on what to write next book. Leave your opinion. If you guess correctly, I will choose it. 3 lucky readers will each be rewarded with 3,000 Jinjiang coins when they next book. (Equivalent to reading the next book for free.)
The link to the physical personal diary (three completed) is also on Weibo, and the gift is the Q-version bookmarks of the four protagonists (random)
Finally, I would like to thank the editor-in-charge Feng Xiao.
Bow, thank you all for asking Lord Grim to smile October 11, 2018 18:40:41
Next year's New Year's Day, see you in the new book.