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The mist in the forest gradually dispersed, revealing a faint azure light. The dewdrops flow and drip between the leaves, one layer at a time, and finally flow into the mud with a "plop" sound, as cold as a dream. The vines spiraled up quietly around a big mossy tree, like a green dragon suddenly leaving the clouds, and countless light green rain curtains fell down to weave vines. I don't know when the familiar flute sound came, and the wild trees and fairy music floated in the empty valley, half in the river wind and half in the clouds. In a short time, the autumn sun will rise again, and the mountains will be peaceful and peaceful. Tomorrow will still be as beautiful as when we first saw it.
Just listen to the sound of "ding bell", it seems that a woman in white silk has accidentally played with the wind chime. The sound of the bell ripples in the autumn fields in the mountains. Through the fine gauze curtain, Zi Chen narrows his eyes and catches her, but the back is getting further and further away, getting fainter as he goes...