[With the sound of the harp, three lives will be extinguished. Playing the harp, there is no chance of continuing. Three thousand floating lives, lingering several times. The string rises and hides the years, and the string falls and weeps for farewell. Sighing that the world of mortals should be robbed, cherishing reincarnation to see the glitz. Before the song ends, the people have dispersed, and in the end they are just floating smoke.
Thousands of years later, her brother Yizhi hugged her and fell off the cliff.
The result was that he died.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze suddenly and flow slowly again.
Yi Tan hugged the red plums from the North, dressed in white and standing in front of his tombstone. Brother Yizhi, did you see it?
She said that she didn't like wearing red clothes. In fact, she didn't tell her brother Yizhi that she only wanted to wear them for him, not anyone else.
For the first time in seventeen years, he put on a beautiful red dress, jumped off the cliff, and spent a thousand years of time disappearing at the fingertips, just to find his footprints.
Thousands of years ago, Yi Mo looked into his eyes, which were calm and as calm as ancient Tan. Are you my brother Yizhi?
There was no expression on the man's handsome face for a long time, and his tone was light, sorry, maybe, I'm not.
The elegance of a small boat floating on the clouds and the moon quietly showing through the clouds can never be compared to her elegance.
Holding a pot of sake and playing the music of the world, he also wanted to play the melody of the mortal world for her.
Xiaoyi, I am, I have always been Yi's brother, your only Yi's brother.