Feng Feng Ci. Old Dream

"My name is Yan Feng, what's yours?" "Qin Ci." I raised my eyes to glare at him, but he laughed. Showing a row of big white teeth, there is no grace, no gentleness like jade, no spring breeze. It's not pretty at all. If there's anything special about it, it's that there's a little me in the eyes. So I laughed too. Whoever steps on the dead branches makes a soft sound, and fireflies paint the countryside. The red leaves on the letter are full of affection, but the ground is withered and yellow again, and the maple leaves are red and the face is covered with autumn frost. Who is wandering under the red hijab? The weeping flowers and Rongxi Hall are quietly put aside. Another year in July, the night was cool, the setting sun was getting lower and only the shadows were growing longer. In this old dream, the sound of a solitary oar was far away, forgotten in a foreign land. "Old Dream" Because it is from the heroine's perspective, the writing style will change as the heroine grows up. Intention: How can everything go as planned in this world?