There are many emotions in the world, entangled with each other. The soft red of ten feet is not crossed, but the burning corner is peaceful. Throw a strand of silk into the bobbin and weave nine frames in succession.
Yunzhou Bicheng does not return to the building, and enjoys the wine in the building. Past events, everything unfolds from here.
They have different stories, but they are obsessed with similar joys and sorrows.
"It is rumored that if you have enough chips, you can do business with the poster who does not return. But the business he does is quite special. As for the special method, only those who have done business with the poster know."
"Actually, sometimes remembering may not mean perfection, but forgetting can bring relief."
"What about you, what choice will Qiniang make?"
"... I choose to remember."
Even after many years passed, time passed by. She still remembered that that year, he was swaying among the beautiful scenery, with white clouds and blue waves, and his dark hair was half-fallen in the water, swaying in a fascinating way. He lowered his head and said his name to a red koi. It is clearly right in front of you, but it seems to be separated by a vast sea and a deserted mulberry field.
Write these stories to weave dreams.