Who thinks that the west wind is cool alone, rustling the yellow leaves and closing the sparse windows. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.
Don't be frightened by the wine and fall asleep heavily in spring. Gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just commonplace.
——"Nalan Ci." Huanxi Sand
It's been many years since I've been back to see it. The mountains outside the villa are filled with crimson begonias, but are they blooming again?
Master, you must remember it, right? When I was young, I once joked with you that if I can understand you in this life, I will understand your knowledge, and I can rule the world alone without fear.
But now I realize that, not to mention your knowledge, I became a disciple more than ten years ago and have been with you day and night for more than ten years. It is only now that I can face everything calmly and read what is in your heart calmly.
Only now do we know that Begonia has had another name since ancient times: heartbroken flower.
It turns out that the crimson sky is not just a simple scenery. But... Bitter love.
You often say that you can tell autumn is coming by looking at a leaf. But I, after watching these begonias all over the mountains for more than ten years, have only just realized the profound meaning. Now, I can only be glad that I understand that it is not really too late.
But I really don't know how to compensate for the heart-breaking pain you have suffered over the years.
Well, Master, a hundred years later, the blue sky will fall into the underworld, and the disciples can go as you please.
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