That day, he had a dream. I dreamed of the Zhushan where I once lived. Step by step, we walked into the deepest part of the bamboo forest and opened the door of the hut, still smelling the faint fragrance of ink. Listen carefully, you can see the phoenix tails outside the window, the dragons singing softly... Being in it makes people seem to have forgotten time.
When I woke up from the dream, I could only smile bitterly at myself: Do I still deserve to have such a day?
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