Dreaming of spring every night, lingering until death, but never knowing who the protagonist is. Three months later, Su Mumu looked up at the sky at forty-five degrees bright and sad-a tragic pregnancy. Abroad. Five years later, she returned to China with her daughter to attend her sister's wedding. Unexpectedly, the groom hugged her in his arms in public, with the ring around her ring finger, warm palms on her chest, and ambiguous breath flowing in her ears: Baby, this place has been upgraded to a steamed stuffed bun. The wood is petrified, and before he can open his mouth, the gun in the girl's hand is pressed against his hands, between his legs: the stinky man let go of my mommy, or you will be really hurt... The man will Su Mumu pushed forward, and Xie Mei smiled: You should let her lactic acid first... ——Mao Xiaojian is messy Iing, Wen messy ing... Lei Lei is healthier, and smoking is more noble