This voice is very gentle and elegant, it sounds like a teacher who is full of poetry and books and is not far from the market, after a lecture, he turned his head to look out the window, and saw that there were new sprouts spitting green, and said that he had not seen a piece of spring for a long time.

The voice was filled with joy for life, but it seemed that the teacher was haunted by a chronic illness, and there was a hint of melancholy and weakness in his tone.

Anywhere, hearing such a voice, the next story may be to sit and drink a cup of tea, or walk together for a while.

The most unfortunate thing is also to look at each other, and sigh together for a piece of spring and scenery.

But this is not a study with the fragrance of books and ink, but the bottom of the small Sumeru Mountain, which has been closed for 10,000 years.

The eyes are not full of students, but the face is gloomy and the corners of the mouth are stained

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