Water is clean, only on the surface. In the abyss, there is only filth.
"Azhao, can you come back? I don't want the moon anymore, I don't want it anymore..."
The white moonlight was bright and flawless, but he died.
"He is my white moonlight boy, I am willing to follow him into the dark night."
Note:
Two chapters, past and present.
Today: Chao Chan Yin (He)
Previous: Ancient Moon Language (Be)
The initial setting is to start with the present life and then the past life, with interludes, flashbacks, etc.
If you don't feel comfortable ahead, you can wait for the follow-up plot of the previous life.
Xiaojiujiu, please pay attention~(≧▽≦)/~
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"The white moon is slender, my wish is faint· Chaochan Chan":
The flowers bloom on the edge, and the lingering sound lingers.
The shadows of dreams in the early fog are like the dust of falling autumn.
"He rescued the woman he loved, but imprisoned her in an ice coffin."
"We are the moon of today, not the past."
Through thousands of human lives, love and you have been together for life.
[Spring is beginning to bloom today, and the bright moon is shining brightly. ]
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"The white moon is slender, my wish is faint·Ancient Moon Sayings":
The lamp is bright, the filaments are rising, laughing with the harp, wishing the luan would fly;
The lonely dust falls, the ink is stained by the moon, the tears condense, and the rest of the night continues.
"All he did was to have her by his side forever."
"Azhao, I really like the moon."
Because it is like you and is not stained by dust.
"Wait for me, calligrapher girl!"
Under the sunset with no one listening, they parted, waiting for each other forever.
"We'll be back when it snows today."
It's just that the snow fell too late that year, but now the snow has covered the world early.
"The play is truly wonderful."
I just don't know what role I play in it?
"This is your home."
The last emperor of the prosperous Shuiling Kingdom was buried under the snow of Baisui Mountain, while his lover, who had been unwilling to let go, was sleeping soundly in the beautiful Xianyue Palace.
[The snow falls at dusk and disperses, and the bright moon sleeps forever. ]
Concept: Inspired by a dream that Xiao Jiujiu had at night