The dry ground is like a fire. The drizzle flies obliquely, and the next one rests for a while. It doesn't play a fire-fighting role at all, but it adds a bit of boredom.

Xi Zhao paints in the house, only the last point is missing, and then the inscription is complete. Xi Lan knelt aside, bowed his head to think about something, wrote out a few names from time to time, and crossed them out silently, the ink blurred, and the handwriting was indistinct.

The two brothers were alone, always quiet.

Xi Lan has not mentioned the secret of his mother's death that year, and Xi Zhao naturally can't ask for it.

It's rare for my brother to be so obedient.

The sound of footsteps sounded from the corridor, and the little boy trotted out, approaching the door before stopping, standing outside, and shouting respectfully: "Senior Brother Shaoxu, Xi Erlangjun." ”

"Goro

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