Surrender
"Sir, I just want to follow you." In the lobby, the voice of Ying Tian reverberated slightly before it disappeared.
Lu Wensheng who stood on the side looked at Ying Tian deeply which also faintly carried a bit of nostalgia.
Late Qing Dynasty.
"Sir, I just want to follow you."
On a street full of broken walls, a boy who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, knelt on the ground and said to another boy in a white dress.
What a familiar scene…
Unfortunately, time was too rushing.
Before he knew it, Lu Wensheng was already very old. Not to mention that he only had three days to live.
This guy was still very young. Therefore, his future was also full of infinite possibilities.
Outside the shop, the heavy rain turned into torrential rain.
In the shop, Ye Bei looked at Ying Tian with a leisurely look.
It looked like Ying Tian was only in his twenties.