The quiet Huangquan Road, the winding Wangchuan River. There is an old man sitting under the ancient road and bridge. He has been sitting there for centuries.
"He who is on the road, drink a bowl of hot soup and forget about the past and present life, and the poison of love and hatred."
"Okay..." Li Ni closed his eyes. In his hand, he held tightly the ink folding fan that was still in Shen Linan's hand.
"Tomorrow is hidden and I sing loudly, and I don't say goodbye to empty branches. I drink wine on the side of the West Lake and go up to the Naiqiao River alone." Shen Linan sang loudly and drifted away.
The quiet Huangquan Road is filled with clusters of flowers from the other side.
"Hmm... It seems very beautiful, but also very sad. By the way, what's the ending? Don't let me offend you!" Yao'er continued to shake Po Meng.
"Haha, in the end, of course they saved two bowls of soup for me, an old woman. Haha."
"Yes, mother-in-law, how long have you been here? What did you do before sitting here?"
"Haha, I don't know either. Little girl, do you remember how long you have been here? Who were you before you came here?"
Yao'er thought for a while and shook his head, "I can't remember."
(A small number of them are not Danmei)
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