"Boyo, did you know that if you were in Longzhong, plum blossoms should be blooming in this season?" Wolong said lightly, but it seemed that he spent a lifetime on these words, and he slowly started to get up and pack the piano.
"Longzhong..." Jiang Wei didn't know how to respond.
"The plum blossoms in Shu are paved with blood. Bo Yue, you must remember!" Wolong put Su Qin away and looked at Jiang Wei as if looking at the person in his memory. There was something dim in his eyes, and Jiang Wei couldn't understand it this time.
The snow is falling harder and harder, and it is flying harder and harder.
The two people's footprints, one deep and one shallow, were quickly submerged in the snow.
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