That year, he said affectionately: "It's just that these hairs are entangled, I'm afraid you won't be able to figure it out for the rest of your life."

Haha, I can't help but throw it away together.

That year, after a long search, he and I suddenly met again on the battlefield of Daming. At that time, the hidden arrow attacked him, but he didn't know how to dodge. The arrow was knocked away by my sword, and the sharpness still hurt his shoulders. I took out the embroidered handkerchief in my arms and wrapped it up for him.

But he didn't know that later, the embroidered handkerchief was embroidered with blood, and I once smiled and insisted on the blank space. I took it out quietly and stroked it quietly in the quiet night, holding a smile and shy longing, waiting for one day to write and write with him on the day that I and him are like tonight.

Now that the wolf's hair has been broken, the inkstone is about to dry up, his palm is about to hold his wife's tenderness and draw a beautiful long scroll in his life.

Then, I will fill in the eternal blank space alone.

"I am ashamed of my indecent sentences, and I am happy that you will have a new voice in singing. I hope that from now on, the fish will compete with the eyes and the phoenix will sing harmoniously."

The clear song is broken and the clouds are separated by the screen, and the streams and mountains are still blue. Yesterday, the master was a visitor today. The green windows and red households spoke to each other in the past. Today, I have looked back at the past and became old. In a flash of my fingers, my beauty has passed by. But the best days have slowly flowed through my life.

I slowly pulled out the jade flute in my arms, closed my eyes, focused my mind, and turned to the blue sea and blue sky, and the endless starlight, and a song in a leisurely manner.

The sound of the flute was like a swallow, circling sadly, startling birds in the forest, sang in a sarcastic silence, and traveled through the sky above the head, which was pierced by the trunks of trees.

It is winding and ethereal, with twists and turns, and the blue and yellow springs are endlessly wandering.

A song, "Remembering Old Friends"

"I promised to accompany Huaisu, so of course I have to do it."

"So I'm dead and I can see you. I'm really stupid."

"Huaisu, it turns out that I missed you for many years."

"Who said death is terrible? Even so."

"You are happy for me, you are sad for me, even if you die, you are not afraid of your soul, even if you are separated, it is my whole life. I ask you to show your eyebrows and happiness."

"It means that I don't believe it is like a sunset."

"I hope to stay with you forever, and I cannot be a marquis of thousands of households."

The sound of the flute came to an abrupt end.

The last sound was cracked.

I raised my sleeves, and the snow-white sleeves were as bright as the moonlight, slowly covering my face...
Chapter completed!