 The rose was warm in Gengsheng's place. Gengsheng was ten times busier than his mother, but he didn't have time to fight the rose and pick up his mistakes. So the rose lived very easily. He seemed to have forgotten Zhou Shihui, but Zhou Shihui did not forget the rose. He asked me to come to the writing building and asked, where did you go to taste the rose? I called him and asked him, go to the mirror and see what you look like now. He had a long beard and red eyes.