It is said that during the Tang and Song Dynasties, there was a small town on Jiangnan Road called Xiushui Town.
There is a government office in the town, and a group of strange people live in the government office.
That night, I ate white sugar cake and fell asleep in the mahogany coffin.
At that time, I was still dreaming. Song Xiaoqi finished her work and rested her chin on her hands, lying next to the coffin and looking at me.
The tears had already washed away the rouge and gouache on my face. I was still eating the sugar cake in my dream, smacking my lips, smiling and whispering in my sleep, "Song Xiaoqi, good buddy, give me one more, just one, and I will never talk back to you again. I promise."
At that moment, Song Xiaoqi stared at me, crossed the bridge of my nose with her slender index finger, and sighed softly, "Although he has a temperament like a man, he still looks good when he is asleep."
I don't hesitate to criticize those who talk in their sleep. This is also Song Xiaoqi's skill.