"My family is from Wuguo. I can't talk about homesickness..." Jiang Wuyi smiles awkwardly, looks down at his clothes and expects someone's conscience to find out.

but someone obviously didn't notice, but asked, "how about that poem I just said?"

"not bad." I'm a monk, not a scholar. I don't know whether it's good or not. It's just smooth.

"then I'd like to think twice." Some black man looked up at the moon again.

Ye Ye's old face was red, and said, "actually, I remember a song of my old family just now, and I'll sing it to you."

"OK But I can't stand. "

"OK." Ye Kong took her...