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[Little Monk Mingjing & Farm Girl Qiaohui]
When he was young, Qiao Hui was innocent and naive. With the idea of study, he asked the little monk Ming Jing who was meditating day by day.
"Little monk, why is the sea so difficult for water? Why is Wushan not a cloud?"
If he didn't answer, she would ask him questions.
Time flies, and Mingjing has long been accustomed to Qiaohui's existence.
Mingjing knew what she meant, but he couldn't respond.
In the end, what he hated most was his silence.
Once upon a time, there was no water in the sea, but nothing except Wushan was like clouds. I look back lazily at the flowers, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
