C1010 The Owner of the Mansion Was That Portrait

There seems to always be a long, crooked tree in front of the countryside gate.

Every time midsummer came, there would be many women gathered under the tree. Sitting on a horse's insole, the parents of the east and the west were short. Every time someone passed by, They would look at the person in unison and whisper about who it was. Where are we going? Wait a minute