2041,
Strangers say this is the fifth year since Song Ya died.
The dead man said that this was Song Ya's fifth year away from pain;
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Song Ya said: This is the twelfth year of my plan
Small theater:
A Taoist priest met Song Ya on the road, looked at him, and asked in a very simple way: "Excuse me, what kind of ghost are you?"
Song Ya paused for a while and replied hesitantly: "Maybe, Sea Ghost?"
Turtle, what the hell.
Returnees, what the heck are they?
It raised Song Ya's level.
Haigui decided to follow a very weak and unprofessional Taoist priest, and followed him through a vast sea of flowers, across mountains, across many rivers, and rested in many woods and broken Taoist temples.
She liked this person as much as she liked a cloud, a leaf, or a stream.
Her love is like clouds floating leisurely, like leaves quietly sprouting, growing, changing color and decaying, like streams flowing freely and indifferently.
The Taoist priest knew all this, and it didn't matter to him. He cared but didn't care. Anyway, she was always around and liked her like this.
To live or die, as long as the female sea ghost exists
The text may change as circumstances dictate.
Concept: Love can cross species and be left to fate