Snowflakes are flying all over the sky. In the dark night, you can't see your fingers. The bright lights are dim, the water is stained with ink, and the green leaves are floating lightly on the water.
Wu Qiuqian was wearing an old cotton hat and an old coat, standing in the white snow. He squinted his eyes tightly and looked into the distance, waiting for that person's return.
"Lord Qingshen, do you think he will come back?"
In a distant place, there are still no old friends. The flying flowers were as light as a dream, but in the Feng Shui Garden, the locust tree seemed to be alive. After he said those words, he became excited.
The lights of thousands of houses illuminate the stream.
What echoed in Wu Qiaoqian's head was the blood all over the ground and his trembling body. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. Now, all he has to do is wait in the snow, just wait...
I look back in my dream and meet God.
"I'm back."
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This article is a fantasy, it's my first time writing suspense, and the author doesn't have such a high IQ, so the writing is not good, so just read it.
Intention: None