At the end of the teaching, Chen Fan didn't have to tidy up his things by himself. There were two students with flexible brains who had been fighting for help.
One is holding a wine bowl stained with blood, the other is holding a sharp knife with bull's ear, which looks like a dragon and a phoenix.
Chen Fan winced slightly. "This wine is useless. Pour it out."
Wolong was still reluctant to give up. It was only half a bowl of wine, but he dared not drink it when he touched the cotton ball and wiped the little pig's eggs. He had to fall to the ground regretfully.
A piece of blood withered in the snow, just like the youth of a pig.
When I returned to the front yard, I found that people were noisy and bustling.
Yang Judian