This night is sleepless, the mountain breeze blows slowly, and the thousands of thoughts of lovesick people are aroused.

Lin Sheng sat alone in the clouds, watching the waves of the Longjiang River pass by, stretching into the distance, a little starlight in this dark night on the distant horizon and the river merged, Lin Sheng knew that it was his hometown Qingjiang County, and he had not returned to that place for nearly a hundred years, and a few of his playmates back then were estimated to have turned into dust, and the hateful county lord was probably also in hell, the only one who remained in Qingjiang County felt that there was only the fragrance of Qingjiang wine, and that place was also his previous life, he thought like this, Scenes from the past come to mind,......

"Light-Year Love" ninety-five, over a thousand sails are not the slanting veins and veins are in the hand, please wait a moment,

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