End of alley
The young man looked back, holding a vermilion lantern, his eyes full of youthful charm, the ink was tied high with a red rope, his black hair was like a waterfall, and there was a smile on his lips.
There was someone standing next to him in the dim light. His peach blossom eyes, which were usually as deep as ancient wells, looked at the person next to him, but they were filled with the tenderness of the world. In this tenderness, there was a spoonful of unnoticeable calmness.
"Senior Brother, everyone else is going to the busy city, why don't you find a secluded alley where there are no birds to stay?"
"The crowd is disturbing..."
"Hey, then why don't you drive me away?"
"..."
You are different
"The flower language of albizia is eternal love and mutual companionship."
Concept: One sword can frost and freeze the fourteen states, two swords can frost and freeze the eight-treasure porridge