Assassin

There was an old man who stood in the wheat field with a smile and lit the green seedlings with a fire in his hand. On the long street, under the moonlight, young men in black clothes and masks were gently tapping stones. A child stood on tiptoes and danced in the moonlight, and a scholar emerged from the portrait sweating profusely. There is a senior brother who likes to say "I'll try" the most. There is a peerless beauty who often talks about "Lan of Liuyunlan, Nan of Jinsi Nan". A small assassin walking alone in the darkness, without mask or armor, outlines a blood-painted crow on the ground, and then gently strings together these romances. Not for anything else, just to live for you...