Sand sculpture version:
"Hao, is there Feofiao in your spiritual realm?"
"Yes."
"Is there Kun?"
"Yes."
"Is there a nine-tailed fox?"
"Yes."
"Male, female."
"Female."
"Forget it."
"..."
"Are there any pandas?"
"... No."
"You don't even have a panda. What's the difference between a life without a panda and a salted fish?"
"..."
Then, Xia Rong was beaten.
"Why are you hitting me?" Xia Rong held his head and complained, "Everyone else has evolved to the ninth level of civilization, and you are still playing with this 0.73 Level civilization thing?"
"..."
Then Xia Rong was beaten again.
Literary version:
An international metropolis is superimposed on a thousand-year-old city. Looking from the air, who is the reflection of whom?
Ant colonies are chattering in the sewers, and ancient spiritual beasts are chasing each other in the jungle. The desires of millions of people blossom into soul flowers under the moonlight.
Xia Rong, a "social animal", met a mysterious man who came out of the fog, as if he was alone and taken in by the desolation. They create clouds in the sky, and listen to the past events of the world in the theater; they talk to thousands of spiritual creatures, and watch thousands of lights light up in the city; they wake up from the thousand-year dream of agarwood, and walk through the long years together.
Intention: Love is like a flower