"One day is a teacher, and a lifetime is spent."
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The older Youyou female master × the fake apprentice of Xianwei.
The heroine is neurotic.
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Once upon a time, there was a Floating Xiao Peak, and a Floating Xiao Pavilion on the peak. In the pavilion there was a master and two, three, four... Many disciples. The time interval was a bit long, so I probably couldn't remember clearly. I counted the sunrises and sunsets carefully, freezing every moment.
How many years will it take for those bright flowers that bloomed in my poor and barren land to wither and die, and even their ashes to dissipate?
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When I nestled into his arms, I heard him murmuring. This man in a white shirt and sandals was worried about my little move: "Why don't you always want to be by my side?"
I do...
I answered him mentally.
The years have passed, and I have recalled this moment countless times. At this moment, it seems that the swallows are swaying, and the spring flowers are blooming, filling the abyss of my heart, and the time is gone.
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"Have you ever liked someone?" He said carefully, but I was stunned. He was actually trying to talk to me about human love.
I intuitively felt that gossip was coming, so I cheered up and said, "No, but Mo Xi and the others have."
In his eyes, I saw a bright-eyed woman with puffy cheeks and black hair, lazily leaning on her elbows and looking at me with a half-smile. I understood and asked, "Is that the girl in your eyes what you like? She's quite pretty."
He lowered his eyes, covered her and said, "Yes, it's a pity she didn't know."