He guarded a lonely lamp, waiting for someone who forgot him, and waited for sixty years.
Sixty years ago, he was a rare talent for cultivating immortals in the Qi Feng sect of Cang Yue Mountain in the southern region in a thousand years. Yuan Zhi, the 71st generation disciple, was Du Ruofei, an elf who came to the world from the cold valley and was ignorant of worldly affairs.
According to a prophecy, he was surrounded and suppressed by his master, and everyone who came to kill him had tears in his eyes. When her body was about to die, she took the red fluorite of her life and exchanged it for him thousands of miles away for a glimmer of life. Her soul was shattered and her memory was shattered.
Sixty years later, the desert is still windy and sandy, and there is a strange-eyed shopkeeper named Fuye in the dilapidated inn.
He burned a kerosene lamp that would never go out at night, watching all the passers-by, but he was always waiting for one person.
Wait for someone who will never come back, and even if you come back, you will never recognize him again.
Until that day, an elf in green came with a mask on his face, his eyes as clear as a newborn.
She asked him: "Have we met before?"
His fingertips were trembling, his red eyes were like the purest gems in the world, but he smiled softly:
"No, sir, do you want to go to the top or stay in a hotel?"
——He personally erased all the evidence of love and hid the unforgettable name.
In these sixty years, the only meaning of his life was to wait for her.
Even if she never remembers again, the name Yuan Zhi was once the sweetheart she sacrificed her life for.
[I would like to burn this life as a lamp, illuminating your lost path and forgetting the river, and also illuminating you, so that you will no longer shed tears for me in this life.
[Memories will fade away, and the wind and sand will cover them up, but the lonely lamp in the desert will shine for you for a lifetime.
