Flower, Phoenix, Burning Love

(The great reunion of the century + a woman chasing a man + the beginning: a silly guy who likes you but stays away from you + a boring man + how to make your boyfriend cry?) My name is Liu Huafeng, male, and I died on April 27, 1521. I clearly remember that year was the 16th year of Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty. Today's warm morning, I was woken up by the sun. There was a warm aftertaste on my right arm, as if it had been touched by a gentle woman's hand. There are many high-rise buildings in London, England. I am in the 21st century, waiting on the street corner in front of the British Museum. My driver hadn't arrived yet and I bought him some cigars. It was already dusk and no one was around. The driver hasn't arrived yet. I called him. No one answered. I live in London tonight and I can't sleep. I drank before going to bed. I felt thirsty in the middle of the night, so I got up and boiled a pot of water for myself. I remembered that I called my driver during the day, but he still hasn't returned my call. I took a bus back to the hotel by myself. The kitchen light is broken. I held my phone up for lighting and found a missed call on my phone. It was my driver calling. The second hand ticked by, and I thought to myself that it would be impolite to call someone in the middle of the night. I put down the phone and the only sound I could hear in the air was my own breathing. Okay, I admit it, I've had insomnia for a week. I'm still deeply in love with her. On Monday last month, I thought the back I saw was hers. I never knew I was so crazy until I met her. The palace maid Liu Cuiying once told me that mermaids are active in the South China Sea, and if you want to find them, you need great luck. These words about where the mermaid is and whether the mermaid can be reborn have been exploding and exploding in my mind for more than 500 years. - She was wearing yellow duck pajamas. She looked like she was 16 or 17 years old. Her hair was messy and her face was round. She was fatter than she was hundreds of years ago. I spoke first: "Hello, my name is Liu Huafeng." "Hello." - "Hello, little girl, is he your boyfriend?" "Hello, uncle, you seem to be taking a little too much care, right?" - Maybe I'm too sensitive. 1521 Is also the number on my tombstone. It faintly records a year. The wind caresses the grass on the grave and may also stir up the shade of the tree. Too long ago. After all, 1521 is the modern year notation. It's been so long that I've become numb. On the rice paper of life, the brush strokes change from sharp to soft, as colorful as fireworks, but Gao has to face the cold. Among those who died in 1521 were the Emperor Zhu Houzhao and my foreign friend Magellan, whom I had known for less than a few days. Many years later, I saw history's evaluation of Ming Wuzong: Although Wuzong was absurd, he was not confused at all on major matters. Indeed, he is a man who is sloppy in small things but sober in big things. As for my feelings for him, I will tell you later slowly! On April 27, 1521, the navigator and explorer Magellan was killed in the Philippines. (I have lived into the 21st century, and I may continue to live! It was hundreds of years after Magellan's death that I learned that he was such an outstanding navigator and explorer.) He was killed, I saw it with my own eyes. And that evening, I was also killed. On April 28, I became a vampire and was reborn in another sense. (Century compound + a woman chasing a man with a gauze and a man chasing a woman separated by a mountain) If you like me, come to me. Why make a lot of excuses every time you contact us? This is so contradictory! "Flower, Phoenix, Burning Love", the previous title was "Flower Fairy" or "Please Kiss Me, Will You", now it has been renamed Concept: Vampire, campus, past and present life