It was late spring, and the twilight on this day seemed to be particularly dark, and the words on the scroll could not be seen clearly. Through the half-open window, rain began to fall softly. Riding on the gentle breeze, light rain leaked from the window, soaking the ink marks on the paper bit by bit. When it smeared, if you look closely, you can see that it is the word "umbrella". The sound of the piano seemed to be coming from a distance, intermittent, intermittently, rising and dying wherever it happened. The thin smoke from the incense burner spreads like a thin invisible veil, like the entangled joys and sorrows in the world of mortals that are difficult to describe in detail. A fate and a story should start and end there. Endless drizzle, open paper umbrella. My story begins under an umbrella and ends under an umbrella. ================================================================== Gentle White Snake Mei Gong The story is not very sad, but there will be twists and turns later. I used the plot of The Legend of White Snake, just a little bit (/▽╲)
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