My head was buzzing and I didn't know what to think. I only remembered that she asked me to leave. Yes, I had to listen to her and leave, but where could I go? There are still panicked footsteps and scattered gunshots outside. In this cold winter, the wind seems to be strong and bleak, but my head is empty. I just follow myself on the unknown road, step by step. Who has read a sentence to me? "There are fifty strings of jinse for no reason~ there are fifty strings of jinse for no reason~". I don't know since when, when I come back from my dreams, I always see a familiar figure. Her back is turned to me from a distance. When I approach, she turns around slowly, smiles at me tenderly, reaches out to me with her flower-laced hand, smiles sweetly, and opens her red lips: "May the piano and harp be at your disposal, and the years will be peaceful!"
??"The harp is at my disposal, and the years are peaceful! Song Huanian, it turns out that I can no longer play the harp!"
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