After a long time, the peach forest was still lush. From time to time, little novice monks come down carrying water and fat to practice merit in the forest.
He told me that there used to be a luthier waiting for someone here. Every year when the peach blossoms were in full bloom, he would play lost ancient music, waiting for someone who had saved him three times.
That person was Emperor Li's assassin.
The assassin who had spent his whole life killing people for others told him before leaving that he was going to kill someone for himself.
The violinist waited for one year, two years, and three years. The agreed deadline was approaching, but the assassin had not yet come.
People thought the assassin was dead.
Later, the piano master died of illness during the season when the peach blossoms were withering. Severe lung disease ate away at him.
After Luo Hong returned to dust, the assassin came, but Hua Luoren left, and he kept an empty promise.
The people on the throne have died, and all the confinement and oppression that belonged to them has collapsed, and what is left is only a combination of circumstances.
Later, when the flowers in the peach grove bloomed, butterflies began to flutter, and there were only two colors: green and yellow.
When I said this, there happened to be two lingering butterflies, green as green as bamboo and yellow as goose moon, landing on the wine cup in front of my case.
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