In the white smoke, Dong Qiuxu and Du Shaoran got lost. Du Shaoran saw his father holding his mother, and his uncle holding his aunt, the four of them stood together, still more than ten years old, everyone had a happy smile on their faces, and they were waving at her. "Xiao Ran!" Her mother ran to her and locked her in her arms. Du Shaoran buried his face in front of his mother's shoulder, and the bean-sized teardrops quickly drew out of his eyes...

"A courtier, a concubine" 46, ambush is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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