That year, Liu Che met Jia Xiu on the small bluestone bridge in front of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. He was dressed in white clothes that were fluttering like snow, like a banished immortal, and his belt was flying as if he was about to ride the wind.
His face was pure and cold, his eyes were full of joy, and his whole body was lazy and happy.
That year, Liu Che met Jia Xiu playing with colorful poisonous insects in a five-colored coffin in the Gu Valley of Miao territory. He had a smile on his cheeks that was peaceful and quiet, and his fingers were white and ice-carved, so handsome.
"Jia Xiu, who are you waiting for?" "Life is a big drama. God has arranged it for us. I don't need to ask or think about it. I just need to wait."
That moment is a lifetime.
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