When Shan Guiyao was in Shibuya during those years, besides beating Ling Ya with Gui Chen beads, taunting False Leaf and braiding Mo Yi's hair when he had nothing to do, he also had a strange habit. Every morning, he always stood at the highest point in the valley to watch the sunrise. From the sky turning slightly fish-belly white, to the bright orange egg-yolk-like sun jumping out of the horizon, the purple air comes from the east and the light shines everywhere. Ten years are like a day, without interruption, without rest at all times. Ask him what he does, and you will always get a dry answer: "Practice your eyesight."
False leaf: Oh :)
Of course it's not for some damn eyesight training. Every morning, when his eyes were dazzled by the dazzling sunlight, he could see those people again: the dull Yi Henxi, the charming and charming Yun Dan, the three silly apprentices who were energetic and lively, and the stern but kind teacher...
Only at this time, when the morning light was becoming increasingly dazzling and blinding, he looked directly at the sun, and then he allowed himself to shed tears.
Ghost dust is nowhere to be found, but I still remember the beauty's ballad.
For those in darkness, light is not the result of waiting, but the process of breaking through the clouds and breaking out of the darkness like the rising sun. The sunrise shines because of the long silence and the precipitation of the night. In the darkness, the mountain ghost songs are quietly dormant, waiting for the moment when the red sun rises, and all ghosts will eventually have no escape.
"Teacher Shangui Yao!"
The sun has risen. He straightened his back and moved on.
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