It is March when flowers are blooming in the world and the streets are lively. The storyteller slaps the awakened wood and unfolds the folding fan: "In the 25th year of Tiansheng's prosperity, resentment and demons raged, and the people suffered heavy casualties. For a time, the peaceful and prosperous times turned into hell on earth. Rain fell from the heavens, gods saved the world, immortals and demons fought, the sky was dark and the earth was dark..."
When Song Yuzhi woke up, he remembered their first meeting:
He accompanied his apprentice to play in the human world, but met Jiang Shenghan.
"Bie Hexianjun."
Song Yuzhi smiled: "I have admired you for a long time, the Immortal of Qiongting."
Zhibai wanted to show off his newly learned magic to Jiang Shenghan, so he conjured up an oil-paper umbrella and handed it to him. At the same time, he grabbed his finger and invited him to watch the scenery with her. The child looked like "I will cry if I don't agree", but Jiang Shenghan did not refuse.
In order to avoid embarrassment, Song Yuzhi told him many interesting things heard in the world. Jiang Shenghan responded from time to time. He was surprised that Jiang Shenghan was not as taciturn and cold as the rumors. He mentioned that the flowers in Huanian City were in full bloom in March, which was very spectacular, and turned to ask Jiang Shenghan if he wanted to go with him next time.
Jiang Shenghan turned to look at him. Perhaps it was because the expectation in Song Yuzhi's eyes was too obvious, or perhaps because the drizzle in the Jiangnan water town was too gentle and hazy, he agreed by mistake.
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Intention: Keep the present moment and leave no regrets
