Why Should We Cut the Western Window Candle Together?

In Xia Chaolu's memory, there was a little evildoer who had been sitting by the ancient well in the deserted hill, waiting for her young master in fluttering white clothes. The years on the barren hills are like an old woman's footcloth, long, smelly, and far away. One day, a scholar in a long gown came. He got lost in the endless barren hills and was about to die of thirst. The little monster saw that he was pitiful and gave him water to drink. The scholar in long gown was very grateful to the little monster and wanted to stay with her. But the little monster felt that the position beside him belonged to the young master in white and could not be easily given to others. The scholar in the long gown gave the little monster a scroll, thanked her for the water, and then left with regret. The little monster thought the book could be left for the young master in white to read, so he happily accepted it. The little monster held a book and read every day. On this day, a knight carrying a sword came. The knight was used to drinking wine and saw the little monster drinking water with gusto. I asked her for a bowl of water. The water was very cool and had a hint of sweetness. It's just that the more wine he drinks, the warmer he gets, and the more water he drinks, the colder he gets. The knight is not used to drinking water after all. Not long after, he shouldered his sword again and left as he had come. Before leaving, he gave the little monster a jar of wine. The little monster thought that he could invite the young man in white to drink in the future, and happily accepted. After a long time, a disgraced flower farmer came. The little monster didn't like the sloppy flower farmer, but she still kindly took him in. The flower farmer took good care of his health and kept himself clean. He didn't expect that the flower farmer whom he despised turned out to be so good-looking. The little devil smiled infatuatedly and was almost as good-looking as his little boy in white. The little monster fully thought that the flower farmer would stay, but it was a pity that the water in the ancient well was gradually running out and was not enough to nourish the flower farmer and his colorful flowers. So he bid farewell to the little monster and went to find more abundant water sources elsewhere. The flower farmer gave the little monster a bouquet of flower seeds, and then walked away with a smile. The little monster waited for a long time, and people came one after another, but none of them were the young master in white. And for some reason, what she thinks about most every day is the dirty flower farmer. Suddenly, the little monster figured it out. This is a barren hill, and the yellow sand stretches for thousands of miles. No one in this world can be alone, white and flawless, walking through thousands of miles of yellow sand to come to her, She can never wait for her little boy in white. She drank up the wine given to her by the swordsman, planted the flower seeds given to her by the flower farmer, hugged the book given to her by the scholar, and left the barren hill without looking back. The little monster is gone, and the ancient well is slowly drying up. In the barren hills, purple flowers bloomed one after another, stretching for thousands of miles. Beside the ancient well, there was a little monster waiting for her young master in fluttering white clothes.