After Wang Wanzhi asked Xie Fu to sit down, he took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, polished it himself, dipped the copper pen in ink, and wrote the word romantic vigorously and freely, "Old man, do you see clearly?"

This was the first time that Xie Fu saw Wang Wanzhi's handwriting, but this handwriting was so familiar to him that he couldn't be more familiar with it. He said, "It's messed up, it's messed up, I'm messed up."

He looked up at the beautiful girl in front of him, and then looked down at the word romantic. He did this three times in a row, and it was difficult to reverse it for a while.

The old man Jianjia already had an image in his mind, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a beautiful little lady, and she was Wan Zhi herself, making people feel as if they were in a dream.

Xie Fu called tentatively, "Old man Jianjia?"

Wang Wanzhi called out affectionately, "Brother, I finally get to know you. I thought we would never meet in this life."

Thinking of the fruitless waiting at the top of Piaomiao Peak on September 15th, he was by her side, she shed tears and punched him with a pink fist.

When he heard the news of his death, he no longer had the fighting spirit to resist the disease. Zhuang Shengmiao was already determined to die, but it was him who pulled him back abruptly and beat him again.

He had no appetite and was as hungry as a tree. He somehow came to Jinling to cook for himself.

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