Lu Xiaofeng walked from the secluded paradise to the earth again and walked into the mist and rain of Jiangnan.
Flowers are in full bloom on the small buildings in the south of the Yangtze River, and old friends are lying drunk among the flowers.
Things in the world are like smoke, drifting and scattering, covering the eyes of the world. The old city has not changed, and the old people have not changed.
The wandering Phoenix finally found his sycamore tree.
(Lu Xiaofeng's legendary double version of Lu Hua mixed fanfic, cp Lu Hua, privately available, OOC may have)
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