Summary
"Lonely and speechless in late winter, it's late to complain about snow and flowers. Dust is covered with zither and books, leaning against the window and thinking about the world. Little Taozhi." "You can call... Xiao Taozhi... right now!" The breeze wafted by the singing was filled with inexplicable sadness... There were a few drops of water stains in front of the dead peach tree roots.It must be raining, right?Most of this article will be a short story written by the author's outburst of brain hole. You can collect it and read it as a short article.A story can have up to 5 chapters, and the protagonists are different, but they are all the main attack, and most of them have meat. Of course, even the Qingshui chapter is also an attack.If you have a favorite stalk, you can leave a message, and I will expand it into an independent article.The main attack and control are unwavering.mwah! o(︶︿︶)o Alas, I feel like the author is getting shorter and shorter~Content label: special liking for sweet text, quick wear and cool text┃ Search keywords: protagonist: each is different┃ supporting role:
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