When Bai Xingzhi stood here again, under his feet were the clan members who were buried here thirty years ago.
Thirty years ago, two people got drunk with a pot of wine.
Thirty years later, Bai Xingzhi walked through the wind and snow, and Ming Jiangjian opened the way for him.
When everyone saw that he was covered in blood, they were afraid to avoid him. Only one person shielded his brow from the rain and asked him about the warmth and warmth of the world.
The legendary hermit disdains the human world, is tired of worldly emotions, and has a face as serious as an iceberg.
Bai Xingzhi closed the book and nodded at the person lying on him.
"The book says that you have forgotten the mortal world and are in a trance."
The hermit with an iceberg-like face pulled him into his arms: "The world of mortals is in my arms, how can I forget it."
"Thank you Yanchen, you are not at peace."
"How can I calm down when I have you in my heart?"
The amnesiac little innocent who has a cold face and a warm heart but can always move his hands and keep his mouth shut VS the green tea puppy who appears to be well-behaved but is actually very scheming and gently raises his hand to break eight ribs.
Intention: growth