In that quiet street in Yangzhou, a half-opened carved door revealed the faint candlelight. On the edge of the door was a simple and elegant carved signboard, with the word "Tingfeng" written in female regular script in slightly faded crimson.
Gently opening the door, you knew that the room was not as dark as it seemed from the outside. A few old candlesticks added a solemn transparency like moonlight to the small shop. Various small and exquisite wooden products were placed on the jade-white bamboo core climbing frame, which gave a fresh feeling.
There are also several pots of strange flowers and trees placed in the store, which are moving slightly in the calm wind. I heard that it was given by a fairy-like figure named Bailuo.
Tingfeng's master calls him Mu Tong. Her phoenix eyes showed a leisurely clarity, and a few white tung flowers as pale as ink were painted on the end of her left eye. Her shallow smile seemed to be that of a compassionate saint.
If someone has the fate of Kanyou, meeting Mou Tong will be her greatest happiness. Mou Tong will hold a small comb that is full of hair to sort out her black hair and help her fight against fate.
It's a pity that for hundreds of years, she has seen all the joys and sorrows of the world, but she can't see her own future... Until she truly has a complete Feng Luo.
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In Phoenix Mountain, it clears up at the beginning of the rain, the water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright. A hibiscus bloomed gracefully. A pair of egrets flew from nowhere, admiring Pingting if you wanted to.
Suddenly I heard that mourning kites were being played on the river. They were bitter and sentimental. Who could I send them to listen to them? The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised. I want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it, but no one can see it, and the peaks are green.
In fact, I have always felt very guilty. Some people have collected it, but they have not updated it. They occupy the pit and do nothing, silently. I discovered yesterday, hey, why this old article has been added to my collection. Thinking about the circumstances that led to the original writing of this article, such as Mu Tong's life experience, the turmoil in the world, and the ups and downs of the Heavenly Pavilion, I felt that it was time to pick up this article again. I started writing last night and felt that the feeling was still there, so I came over to make an announcement, because I would write it on paper first and then need to revise it. It is almost my senior year of high school, so I promised that during the summer vacation, everyone can see fresh updates.
This is where I bow deeply to the four readers. A guilty person's shame begins to take effect.
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