I often had a dream when I was young. In the dream, he was dressed in rich clothes, with black hair and a golden crown. He was dressed as a general from the Song Dynasty, galloping on the battlefield with gold and armor. His eyes are only gentle for one person, and he always calls the other man softly, Ce. The man is dressed as a scholar, with moon-white clothes, embellished with green bamboo, and flying black silk. He smiled coldly, his face mottled and blurred under the dusk sun.
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