Day after day, year after year, he walked in the world without knowing where he came from or where he was going. After changing dynasties and passing through the years, his face always remains the same; is he a human being? Is it a ghost? Is it a fairy? Is it a demon? No one knows. In wind and rain, thunder and lightning; in prosperous times and troubled times; in the sea and the mulberry fields, he is always alone. His eyes were calm, and his brows showed an unchanging indifference. There seemed to be a smile at the corner of his mouth, but there was no smile at all. His skin is like jade, and his silk hair is like black ink; his voice comes from ancient times; only his elegant back is left, and there is an eternal name: Fei Sheng. Come and click my column. Fishes are welcome to play in the big fish tank.