The chest injury is getting better day by day.
Opening the door and looking out, there are already three autumn trees that have been cut out and simplified, and late autumn is here.
The hills overlap, the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples are about to cross the fragrant snow. Insert the last beaded hairpin, glazed green amber, hanging like a lamp bean.
The ground is red and the maple leaves are fluttering.
For a moment, as if smelling the breath of fate, a lonely Lingyou stood among the withered maple trees, with a gray back and fluttering clothes.
Could it be that the man in front of me is the one who looks up to me day and night in my power? Is it because of him that I endure the struggle and survive till now?
Is it the mist of tears that blinds the eyes, or the misunderstanding of life? He looked back at me and smiled slightly among the fluttering red leaves.
My heart slowly sank and I sighed, I betrayed Lan Chou, the person I was closest to.
He puts on my clothes and plays the piano.
In the late autumn, in the small pavilion and on the stone table, I will play a song with you and ask you to listen to me.
In the sound of the piano, there are mountains and flowing water, houses on small bridges, noisy cicadas and orioles, picking chrysanthemums on the east fence, walking in the garden, raising eyebrows... That is the life I yearn for, the life I yearn for with the love of my life.
However.
Stop singing.
Qian Yu, did you know that in ancient times, there was a saying about beautiful hands?
I shook my head.
Legend has it that Prince Dan held a banquet with Jing Ke and ordered a woman to accompany him. At the end of the song, Jing Ke clapped his hands and exclaimed: What a great player! Good job! Do you know how to make Prince Dan?
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