When I opened the notebook, I heard a soft male voice humming to start the computer. As the music gurgled, a familiar picture flashed before my eyes:
In a garden, a thread-like breeze blows on the ancient banyan tree, and a quiet figure under the tree, with fragments of warm sunlight shining on the fragrant yarrow, is dazzling. Then the figure was blown by the wind, as if passing through the thick shade of the ancient banyan tree and entering the deep dark color of the tree, and disappeared from sight.
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This chapter is just a transition...
Sorry everyone, I know it's a bit of a stretch to make up the word count.
But that's not really what I mean, it's just to pave the way for what's to come…
I want to read the next chapter! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Please update quickly~~~~~~~~~~
Come on, spread the flowers~~
Come on, spread the flowers~~
Come on, spread the flowers~~
Come on, spread the flowers~~
Come on, spread the flowers~~
The author has something to say: This chapter is just a transition... Sorry everyone, I know it's a bit of a stretch to make up the word count. But that's not really what I mean, it's just to pave the way for what's to come… I want to read the next chapter! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Please update quickly~~~~~~~~~~
Come on, spread the flowers~~ Come on, spread the flowers~~ Come on, spread the flowers~~ Come on, spread the flowers~~ Come on, spread the flowers~~