The lonely autumn moon is called Fusheng, and it lives in a drunken sky.
It is rumored that he is not an ordinary person, his origin is a mystery but he holds a high position; it is rumored that he has the ability to turn the sky with one hand, so even the proud king calls him Yafu.
In fact, the left is just a hundred years of life and nearly a thousand prosperity, those things that are fleeting and cannot be grasped. It's just that time flies by, and since I met you, everyone I meet has your shadow...
The lantern shines at night, breaking the heart of the country, and the spring breeze of ten miles is difficult to cross the river;
In the end, I have reached a state where my hometown is silent and I can only look at the road ahead without feeling alone.
Life is like a dream and like smoke. I only remember the blooming of flowers but not the year.
[Short and medium story BL, the emotional line is unclear, don't read if you don't like it]
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