At that time, the birds of her generation in Fengwu Mountain were still very young, the old crane in the snow-capped mountains was still rampant, and under the dim light of the night pearl in the Palace of Eternal Life, his side face was still indifferent.
At that time, she thought that it was just a bottle of wine per person, and she wanted to accompany him to the end of the world.
The singing voice is loud and clear, but gentle and moving, and the feet are red lotus, as clear as water.
Later, she held Ah Yue's hand and looked at the misty rain in the sky under the eaves of the small town. She was neither arrogant nor impetuous, as if it had nothing to do with her whether the rain would stop or stop immediately. Ah Yue's small body looked outside, holding a fiery red flower in her hand.
The man in green held an umbrella and stood in front of the two of them. Ah Yue looked dissatisfied, but couldn't hide the joy in her heart and said, "Why did it take so long to find an umbrella? My mother and I were kept waiting."
A bright moon hung in the dark night sky, as big as a disk, like a torn hole in a piece of cloth dyed deep blue. No matter looking in from the outside or looking out from the inside, it was still a bright moon in the sky.
When he came back from the mortal world, it was the first month of the mortal world.
First month, good.
Yes, it's a good month.