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Lan Li returned to the bar. Neil noticed the small commotion just now and asked with concern, "Is there something?"
"The artist's fault." Lan Li waved and said nonchalantly.
This caused Neil to laugh lowly and jokingly said, "That's the same kind of person as you."
Lan Li looked at Neil calmly, and had no intention of denying it at all. Neil could only sneer helplessly.
As the favorite gathering place for artists on the East Coast and even in North America, New York, especially the Lower City, has gathered a large number of artists with strange personalities. Almost every artist has its own quirks and is incompatible with the mainstream of society. Pioneer Village is one of the favorite places of artists. They have to deal with all kinds of weird situations almost every day. Renly and Neal are no strangers.
"Where's George?" Lan Li turned his head and looked around, but found that George was gone.
"Stanley is here." Neil pointed in the other direction of the bar. Lanly turned his head, and then saw Stanley and George sitting in the deck. George was saying something gruffly, Stan. The expression on Li's face gradually became clear, and there was joy and happiness between his brows.
Looking back, Lan Li saw the big smile on Neil's face, and deliberately raised his eyebrows, and cast two winks at Lan Li. It seemed that he also heard the news from George.
However, Lan Li narrowed his smile, and Meiyu's expression became cold, which made Neil's eyebrows fluttering, and he couldn't help but knocked the tabletop with the rag in his hand in protest.
But obviously, this set was useless for Lan Li, and Neil was very sad looking at Lan Li's indifferent and contented appearance. However, Neil also knows that Lanly is a person who does what he says. As long as the agreement is made, he will definitely fulfill it. Thinking of this, Neil was happy again.
Out of sight, he glanced at the front left. Neil approached Lan Li slightly and said in a low voice, "They're here again."
Lan Li turned his head, and then saw the old tramp with his beer and walked over Shi Shiran, while the other two people were still sitting in the deck.
The old homeless man took a place next to Lan Li, sat down, and gestured to Neil with a bottle, "Give this guy a bottle."
Neil glanced at Lan Li, then opened a bottle of beer and placed it in front of Lan Li.
"The two old friends were a little rude, sorry." The old tramp pointed the beer bottle in his hand at Lan Li, with a slight smile on his mouth. There was no too much explanation, and no cunning excuses. The frank and straightforward appearance expressed enough sincerity. The most important thing is that his eyes always looked at Lan Li sincerely and intently.
Lan Li picked up the beer in front of him, motioned for a while, and took a big sip. This is regarded as accepting an apology. However, he didn't say much, the cold and detached temperament cooled the air that had not had time to warm up again.
The old homeless man didn’t care, and said to himself, “This is really a nice place. Even in New York, there are not many bars like this. When I was in London, I really liked this kind of uniqueness. Small bar, occasionally have a drink and chat with familiar and strange people, wasting time."
"The United States is a fast-paced country." Lan Li shrugged and responded with a chuckle.
The old tramp nodded very earnestly, "But sometimes, we need to slow down." After saying this, he paused for a while, as if tasting something, and then took another sip of beer, "Listen. Say, there will be performances here tonight?"
"Yes." Lan Li guessed. The old tramp and the old artist are all friends of Woody. Woody took them here to watch the show and enjoy a different night. "Even for those who don't like live singing, I will also like the atmosphere here. London can't compare to it."
"Oh, this made my expectations go up again." The old tramp's voice was low and hoarse, joking as if it were a bass drum, always feeling that his smile was not right. "I heard that you will perform here occasionally?"
"Occasionally." Lan Li nodded, admitted frankly, and then emphasized, "Only occasionally."
The corners of the old homeless man’s mouth were raised, and you can hear the deep meaning of the second half of Lan Li. Obviously, Lan Li has no plans to perform tonight. "When I stood on stage and performed, did that feel different." I mean, the stage here. What kind of feeling is that?"
Lan Li turned his head and looked towards the stage following the sight of the old tramp.
The stage of the Pioneer Village is not very big. Strictly speaking, it is just a small stage with one level of steps, almost parallel to the customer's perspective; the scope is not large, if the drum set is moved up, it will almost take up half of it. Location.
"Does it feel to isolate myself from the world?" Lan Li teased half-jokingly, "but at the same time he connects himself to another world."
At this time, the stage did not light up, it was just dark, but let the thoughts spread in the dimness. Lan Li retracted his eyes and took another sip of beer. The cold liquid slid down his throat, regaining his senses. Coming over, "We all need something to separate ourselves from the complex reality and give ourselves some time to get along with ourselves. Some people choose alcohol, and some people choose drugs."
"You chose music." The old tramp also retracted his gaze and turned to look at Lan Li.
"It's a kind." Lan Li nodded in affirmation, "When I need to think, I will choose music; when I don't need to think, I will choose surfing or rock climbing." Then he shrugged. "Or, who knows? Alcohol seems to be a good choice too."
This faint banter made the old tramp laugh dumbly, but after the smile faded away, he looked at Lan Li intently, "What are you thinking about?"
"Ha." Lan Li chuckled lightly, "Anything you want to think about, even those that are about to be arrested or even imprisoned when you say it." The sarcasm was not offensive at all, on the contrary. Kind of black humor.
The old homeless man nodded in affirmation, and recollected Lan Li's words in detail.
From the simple appearance, Lan Li is a graceful gentleman, elegant, introverted, calm, and wise. The sharpness that is occasionally revealed is more often hidden; but the loneliness and loneliness revealed between talking and laughing are like quiet. Moonlight, cold, tough, clear, lonely, entwined between the lines.
"Or, think about the source of those problems in life, think about..." The old tramp's voice gradually lowered, and it was so deep that it almost disappeared. The prolonged ending sounded with a trace of unnoticeable pain, but Lan Li couldn't help turning his head, a little surprised. "Think about whether there is a way to solve this problem, and then... let us get rid of... the sea of suffering of all living beings."
The words of the old homeless man are so deep, but the emotions hidden in them are so fragile, as if they will be fragmented with a light touch, and even the atmosphere can't help but become dignified.
"What did you choose?" Lan Li asked abruptly. He didn't know what the old tramp had gone through. Everyone had their own story, but he knew that some hurts could not be healed.
The old homeless man understood at once, "Writing. I chose to write. Although I am a terrible writer, writing has a magical power for me."
Lan Li nodded in approval.
He likes words, although this is not his strongest. In his previous university years, he studied journalism and he was very good at dealing with words, but his strengths lie in the reporting of objective facts, as well as the way of thinking of interviews and debates. As for music creation, that is another matter.
But as the old homeless man said, words are a very strange thing. They are just plain and unpretentious vocabulary permutations and combinations, but they can construct an entire magnificent world in their minds. The most interesting thing is that the same text, under different people, different life stages, and different social situations, reads differently.
"It's like Allan-poe." The old homeless man twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, trying to show a smile, but he failed, and he still slumped. "His words have a magical power, those metaphors, The dark and romantic Gothic world constructed by symbols and images ~www.novelhall.com~ has never been a simple word."
Lan Li's fingers carefully rubbed the beer bottle in his palm, and his thoughts followed the words of the old tramp, sinking into contemplation.
"In that autumn, during a long, dull, gloomy and silent long day, heavy clouds hung above the sky. I rode my horse forward alone through this gloomy, exotic rural land, and finally , When night fell slowly, the cold scenery of Usher House unfolded before my eyes."
This is the opening chapter of Allan Poe’s most classic Gothic novel "The Fall of the House of Usher". It left a strong and colorful stroke in history and deeply influenced countless families in future generations, including Chinese ones. Lin Yutang, Lu Xun and so on.
Allen's wording and artistic video reached the pinnacle in this work. In European research, many people even ranked it as comparable to Shakespeare.
Just like the ancient poem "Old vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water people, ancient roads westerly wind and thin horses, sunset west, heartbroken people in the end of the world", in Ellen's story, a few strokes reveal that darkness and seepage The bloody, feeble scenery was outlined. This opening chapter describes an abandoned castle House of Usher, but in the eyes of the world, it outlines the sad, miserable and lonely scene of society in the early nineteenth century.
"I have never seen its past appearance, but just from just a glimpse, a certain unbearable gloom penetrated my heart. I looked at the sparse scenery around the mansion, the wall was barren, and the declining trees were all over it. White, my soul is speechless, and my heart is cooling and sinking, showing a weak and sick state."
Lan Li recites in a soft voice, this is why he likes words. Like music, it can reflect the temperature of the soul, truth and beauty. ()
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Lan Li returned to the bar. Neil noticed the small commotion just now and asked with concern, "Is there something?"
"The artist's fault." Lan Li waved and said nonchalantly.
This caused Neil to laugh lowly and jokingly said, "That's the same kind of person as you."
Lan Li looked at Neil calmly, and had no intention of denying it at all. Neil could only sneer helplessly.
As the favorite gathering place for artists on the East Coast and even in North America, New York, especially the Lower City, has gathered a large number of artists with strange personalities. Almost every artist has its own quirks and is incompatible with the mainstream of society. Pioneer Village is one of the favorite places of artists. They have to deal with all kinds of weird situations almost every day. Renly and Neal are no strangers.
"Where's George?" Lan Li turned his head and looked around, but found that George was gone.
"Stanley is here." Neil pointed in the other direction of the bar. Lanly turned his head, and then saw Stanley and George sitting in the deck. George was saying something gruffly, Stan. The expression on Li's face gradually became clear, and there was joy and happiness between his brows.
Looking back, Lan Li saw the big smile on Neil's face, and deliberately raised his eyebrows, and cast two winks at Lan Li. It seemed that he also heard the news from George.
However, Lan Li narrowed his smile, and Meiyu's expression became cold, which made Neil's eyebrows fluttering, and he couldn't help but knocked the tabletop with the rag in his hand in protest.
But obviously, this set was useless for Lan Li, and Neil was very sad looking at Lan Li's indifferent and contented appearance. However, Neil also knows that Lanly is a person who does what he says. As long as the agreement is made, he will definitely fulfill it. Thinking of this, Neil was happy again.
Out of sight, he glanced at the front left. Neil approached Lan Li slightly and said in a low voice, "They're here again."
Lan Li turned his head, and then saw the old tramp with his beer and walked over Shi Shiran, while the other two people were still sitting in the deck.
The old homeless man took a place next to Lan Li, sat down, and gestured to Neil with a bottle, "Give this guy a bottle."
Neil glanced at Lan Li, then opened a bottle of beer and placed it in front of Lan Li.
"The two old friends were a little rude, sorry." The old tramp pointed the beer bottle in his hand at Lan Li, with a slight smile on his mouth. There was no too much explanation, and no cunning excuses. The frank and straightforward appearance expressed enough sincerity. The most important thing is that his eyes always looked at Lan Li sincerely and intently.
Lan Li picked up the beer in front of him, motioned for a while, and took a big sip. This is regarded as accepting an apology. However, he didn't say much, the cold and detached temperament cooled the air that had not had time to warm up again.
The old homeless man didn’t care, and said to himself, “This is really a nice place. Even in New York, there are not many bars like this. When I was in London, I really liked this kind of uniqueness. Small bar, occasionally have a drink and chat with familiar and strange people, wasting time."
"The United States is a fast-paced country." Lan Li shrugged and responded with a chuckle.
The old tramp nodded very earnestly, "But sometimes, we need to slow down." After saying this, he paused for a while, as if tasting something, and then took another sip of beer, "Listen. Say, there will be performances here tonight?"
"Yes." Lan Li guessed. The old tramp and the old artist are all friends of Woody. Woody took them here to watch the show and enjoy a different night. "Even for those who don't like live singing, I will also like the atmosphere here. London can't compare to it."
"Oh, this made my expectations go up again." The old tramp's voice was low and hoarse, joking as if it were a bass drum, always feeling that his smile was not right. "I heard that you will perform here occasionally?"
"Occasionally." Lan Li nodded, admitted frankly, and then emphasized, "Only occasionally."
The corners of the old homeless man’s mouth were raised, and you can hear the deep meaning of the second half of Lan Li. Obviously, Lan Li has no plans to perform tonight. "When I stood on stage and performed, did that feel different." I mean, the stage here. What kind of feeling is that?"
Lan Li turned his head and looked towards the stage following the sight of the old tramp.
The stage of the Pioneer Village is not very big. Strictly speaking, it is just a small stage with one level of steps, almost parallel to the customer's perspective; the scope is not large, if the drum set is moved up, it will almost take up half of it. Location.
"Does it feel to isolate myself from the world?" Lan Li teased half-jokingly, "but at the same time he connects himself to another world."
At this time, the stage did not light up, it was just dark, but let the thoughts spread in the dimness. Lan Li retracted his eyes and took another sip of beer. The cold liquid slid down his throat, regaining his senses. Coming over, "We all need something to separate ourselves from the complex reality and give ourselves some time to get along with ourselves. Some people choose alcohol, and some people choose drugs."
"You chose music." The old tramp also retracted his gaze and turned to look at Lan Li.
"It's a kind." Lan Li nodded in affirmation, "When I need to think, I will choose music; when I don't need to think, I will choose surfing or rock climbing." Then he shrugged. "Or, who knows? Alcohol seems to be a good choice too."
This faint banter made the old tramp laugh dumbly, but after the smile faded away, he looked at Lan Li intently, "What are you thinking about?"
"Ha." Lan Li chuckled lightly, "Anything you want to think about, even those that are about to be arrested or even imprisoned when you say it." The sarcasm was not offensive at all, on the contrary. Kind of black humor.
The old homeless man nodded in affirmation, and recollected Lan Li's words in detail.
From the simple appearance, Lan Li is a graceful gentleman, elegant, introverted, calm, and wise. The sharpness that is occasionally revealed is more often hidden; but the loneliness and loneliness revealed between talking and laughing are like quiet. Moonlight, cold, tough, clear, lonely, entwined between the lines.
"Or, think about the source of those problems in life, think about..." The old tramp's voice gradually lowered, and it was so deep that it almost disappeared. The prolonged ending sounded with a trace of unnoticeable pain, but Lan Li couldn't help turning his head, a little surprised. "Think about whether there is a way to solve this problem, and then... let us get rid of... the sea of suffering of all living beings."
The words of the old homeless man are so deep, but the emotions hidden in them are so fragile, as if they will be fragmented with a light touch, and even the atmosphere can't help but become dignified.
"What did you choose?" Lan Li asked abruptly. He didn't know what the old tramp had gone through. Everyone had their own story, but he knew that some hurts could not be healed.
The old homeless man understood at once, "Writing. I chose to write. Although I am a terrible writer, writing has a magical power for me."
Lan Li nodded in approval.
He likes words, although this is not his strongest. In his previous university years, he studied journalism and he was very good at dealing with words, but his strengths lie in the reporting of objective facts, as well as the way of thinking of interviews and debates. As for music creation, that is another matter.
But as the old homeless man said, words are a very strange thing. They are just plain and unpretentious vocabulary permutations and combinations, but they can construct an entire magnificent world in their minds. The most interesting thing is that the same text, under different people, different life stages, and different social situations, reads differently.
"It's like Allan-poe." The old homeless man twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, trying to show a smile, but he failed, and he still slumped. "His words have a magical power, those metaphors, The dark and romantic Gothic world constructed by symbols and images ~www.novelhall.com~ has never been a simple word."
Lan Li's fingers carefully rubbed the beer bottle in his palm, and his thoughts followed the words of the old tramp, sinking into contemplation.
"In that autumn, during a long, dull, gloomy and silent long day, heavy clouds hung above the sky. I rode my horse forward alone through this gloomy, exotic rural land, and finally , When night fell slowly, the cold scenery of Usher House unfolded before my eyes."
This is the opening chapter of Allan Poe’s most classic Gothic novel "The Fall of the House of Usher". It left a strong and colorful stroke in history and deeply influenced countless families in future generations, including Chinese ones. Lin Yutang, Lu Xun and so on.
Allen's wording and artistic video reached the pinnacle in this work. In European research, many people even ranked it as comparable to Shakespeare.
Just like the ancient poem "Old vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water people, ancient roads westerly wind and thin horses, sunset west, heartbroken people in the end of the world", in Ellen's story, a few strokes reveal that darkness and seepage The bloody, feeble scenery was outlined. This opening chapter describes an abandoned castle House of Usher, but in the eyes of the world, it outlines the sad, miserable and lonely scene of society in the early nineteenth century.
"I have never seen its past appearance, but just from just a glimpse, a certain unbearable gloom penetrated my heart. I looked at the sparse scenery around the mansion, the wall was barren, and the declining trees were all over it. White, my soul is speechless, and my heart is cooling and sinking, showing a weak and sick state."
Lan Li recites in a soft voice, this is why he likes words. Like music, it can reflect the temperature of the soul, truth and beauty. ()
Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Reading URL of Biquge Mobile Version:
Lan Li returned to the bar. Neil noticed the small commotion just now and asked with concern, "Is there something?""The artist's fault." Lan Li waved and said nonchalantly.This caused Neil to laugh lowly and jokingly said, "That's the same kind of person as you."Lan Li looked at Neil calmly, and had no intention of denying it at all. Neil could only sneer helplessly.As the favorite gathering place for artists on the East Coast and even in North America, New York, especially the Lower City, has gathered a large number of artists with strange personalities. Almost every artist has its own quirks and is incompatible with the mainstream of society. Pioneer Village is one of the favorite places of artists. They have to deal with all kinds of weird situations almost every day. Renly and Neal are no strangers."Where's George?" Lan Li turned his head and looked around, but found that George was gone."Stanley is here." Neil pointed in the other direction of the bar. Lanly turned his head, and then saw Stanley and George sitting in the deck. George was saying something gruffly, Stan. The expression on Li's face gradually became clear, and there was joy and happiness between his brows.Looking back, Lan Li saw the big smile on Neil's face, and deliberately raised his eyebrows, and cast two winks at Lan Li. It seemed that he also heard the news from George.However, Lan Li narrowed his smile, and Meiyu's expression became cold, which made Neil's eyebrows fluttering, and he couldn't help but knocked the tabletop with the rag in his hand in protest.But obviously, this set was useless for Lan Li, and Neil was very sad looking at Lan Li's indifferent and contented appearance. However, Neil also knows that Lanly is a person who does what he says. As long as the agreement is made, he will definitely fulfill it. Thinking of this, Neil was happy again.Out of sight, he glanced at the front left. Neil approached Lan Li slightly and said in a low voice, "They're here again."Lan Li turned his head, and then saw the old tramp with his beer and walked over Shi Shiran, while the other two people were still sitting in the deck.The old homeless man took a place next to Lan Li, sat down, and gestured to Neil with a bottle, "Give this guy a bottle."Neil glanced at Lan Li, then opened a bottle of beer and placed it in front of Lan Li."The two old friends were a little rude, sorry." The old tramp pointed the beer bottle in his hand at Lan Li, with a slight smile on his mouth. There was no too much explanation, and no cunning excuses. The frank and straightforward appearance expressed enough sincerity. The most important thing is that his eyes always looked at Lan Li sincerely and intently.Lan Li picked up the beer in front of him, motioned for a while, and took a big sip. This is regarded as accepting an apology. However, he didn't say much, the cold and detached temperament cooled the air that had not had time to warm up again.The old homeless man didn't care, and said to himself, This is really a nice place. Even in New York, there are not many bars like this. When I was in London, I really liked this kind of uniqueness. Small bar, occasionally have a drink and chat with familiar and strange people, wasting time.""The United States is a fast-paced country." Lan Li shrugged and responded with a chuckle.The old tramp nodded very earnestly, "But sometimes, we need to slow down." After saying this, he paused for a while, as if tasting something, and then took another sip of beer, "Listen. Say, there will be performances here tonight?""Yes." Lan Li guessed. The old tramp and the old artist are all friends of Woody. Woody took them here to watch the show and enjoy a different night. "Even for those who don't like live singing, I will also like the atmosphere here. London can't compare to it.""Oh, this made my expectations go up again." The old tramp's voice was low and hoarse, joking as if it were a bass drum, always feeling that his smile was not right. "I heard that you will perform here occasionally?""Occasionally." Lan Li nodded, admitted frankly, and then emphasized, "Only occasionally."The corners of the old homeless man's mouth were raised, and you can hear the deep meaning of the second half of Lan Li. Obviously, Lan Li has no plans to perform tonight. "When I stood on stage and performed, did that feel different." I mean, the stage here. What kind of feeling is that?"Lan Li turned his head and looked towards the stage following the sight of the old tramp.The stage of the Pioneer Village is not very big. Strictly speaking, it is just a small stage with one level of steps, almost parallel to the customer's perspective; the scope is not large, if the drum set is moved up, it will almost take up half of it. Location."Does it feel to isolate myself from the world?" Lan Li teased half-jokingly, "but at the same time he connects himself to another world."At this time, the stage did not light up, it was just dark, but let the thoughts spread in the dimness. Lan Li retracted his eyes and took another sip of beer. The cold liquid slid down his throat, regaining his senses. Coming over, "We all need something to separate ourselves from the complex reality and give ourselves some time to get along with ourselves. Some people choose alcohol, and some people choose drugs.""You chose music." The old tramp also retracted his gaze and turned to look at Lan Li."It's a kind." Lan Li nodded in affirmation, "When I need to think, I will choose music; when I don't need to think, I will choose surfing or rock climbing." Then he shrugged. "Or, who knows? Alcohol seems to be a good choice too."This faint banter made the old tramp laugh dumbly, but after the smile faded away, he looked at Lan Li intently, "What are you thinking about?""Ha." Lan Li chuckled lightly, "Anything you want to think about, even those that are about to be arrested or even imprisoned when you say it." The sarcasm was not offensive at all, on the contrary. Kind of black humor.The old homeless man nodded in affirmation, and recollected Lan Li's words in detail.From the simple appearance, Lan Li is a graceful gentleman, elegant, introverted, calm, and wise. The sharpness that is occasionally revealed is more often hidden; but the loneliness and loneliness revealed between talking and laughing are like quiet. Moonlight, cold, tough, clear, lonely, entwined between the lines."Or, think about the source of those problems in life, think about..." The old tramp's voice gradually lowered, and it was so deep that it almost disappeared. The prolonged ending sounded with a trace of unnoticeable pain, but Lan Li couldn't help turning his head, a little surprised. "Think about whether there is a way to solve this problem, and then... let us get rid of... the sea of suffering of all living beings."The words of the old homeless man are so deep, but the emotions hidden in them are so fragile, as if they will be fragmented with a light touch, and even the atmosphere can't help but become dignified."What did you choose?" Lan Li asked abruptly. He didn't know what the old tramp had gone through. Everyone had their own story, but he knew that some hurts could not be healed.The old homeless man understood at once, "Writing. I chose to write. Although I am a terrible writer, writing has a magical power for me."Lan Li nodded in approval.He likes words, although this is not his strongest. In his previous university years, he studied journalism and he was very good at dealing with words, but his strengths lie in the reporting of objective facts, as well as the way of thinking of interviews and debates. As for music creation, that is another matter.But as the old homeless man said, words are a very strange thing. They are just plain and unpretentious vocabulary permutations and combinations, but they can construct an entire magnificent world in their minds. The most interesting thing is that the same text, under different people, different life stages, and different social situations, reads differently."It's like Allan-poe." The old homeless man twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, trying to show a smile, but he failed, and he still slumped. "His words have a magical power, those metaphors, The dark and romantic Gothic world constructed by symbols and images ~www.novelhall.com~ has never been a simple word."Lan Li's fingers carefully rubbed the beer bottle in his palm, and his thoughts followed the words of the old tramp, sinking into contemplation."In that autumn, during a long, dull, gloomy and silent long day, heavy clouds hung above the sky. I rode my horse forward alone through this gloomy, exotic rural land, and finally , When night fell slowly, the cold scenery of Usher House unfolded before my eyes."This is the opening chapter of Allan Poe's most classic Gothic novel "The Fall of the House of Usher". It left a strong and colorful stroke in history and deeply influenced countless families in future generations, including Chinese ones. Lin Yutang, Lu Xun and so on.Allen's wording and artistic video reached the pinnacle in this work. In European research, many people even ranked it as comparable to Shakespeare.Just like the ancient poem "Old vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water people, ancient roads westerly wind and thin horses, sunset west, heartbroken people in the end of the world", in Ellen's story, a few strokes reveal that darkness and seepage The bloody, feeble scenery was outlined. This opening chapter describes an abandoned castle House of Usher, but in the eyes of the world, it outlines the sad, miserable and lonely scene of society in the early nineteenth century."I have never seen its past appearance, but just from just a glimpse, a certain unbearable gloom penetrated my heart. I looked at the sparse scenery around the mansion, the wall was barren, and the declining trees were all over it. White, my soul is speechless, and my heart is cooling and sinking, showing a weak and sick state."Lan Li recites in a soft voice, this is why he likes words. Like music, it can reflect the temperature of the soul, truth and beauty. Please remember the domain name of this book's first publication:. Reading URL of Biquge Mobile Version:
