The newly opened short story collection "Flowers and Ancient Incense Box", haha, I will include this short article in it, haha. At the same time, in response to everyone's request, I will adjust the ending. Please support me~~
I am an oleander, a half-cultivated flower essence, but still unable to transform into a human form. Since I became conscious, I have stayed in this dilapidated and uninhabited courtyard, sometimes looking at the clouds, sometimes looking at the sky, or bickering with the peach blossom tree next to me. I have no pursuits, but occasionally I daydream, hoping that one day I will ascend to the sky and become an oleander fairy. My life is quite comfortable.
Taoshu is different from me. She likes to cultivate immortality. I asked her why, but she couldn't explain it herself.
He came, dressed in white, elegant and elegant, leading a girl with big eyes. Who said that being a good person and cultivating immortals is so important?
"Because, if you become an immortal, you can live in heaven and don't have to suffer from the reincarnation of the four seasons."
I don't understand what the suffering of reincarnation is. When I understand...
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