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What kind of "frog" are you, the kind that sits in a well and looks at the sky? The happy and jumping kind? Or the one who croaks all day long... I am not a frog, I am a baby, a baby daydreaming about picking up leaves, messy in the legendary wind, experiencing, experiencing... Guarding that side of the sky, yearning for the outside world, picking up leaves that I want to collect. The leaves are one after another, growing in spring and falling in autumn. Like our youth, there are ordinary pieces one after another, but each piece is worth putting in a book as a souvenir.

The same beginning, but different endings: maybe as blooming as spring flowers, or as hot as the summer sun, or as bleak as the autumn wind, or as sad as the winter snow. In the world of cultivation, let's see how Master Su Er made different choices at the same moment, ushering in four versions of life scripts in spring, summer, autumn and winter. She stayed at Ye'er Village, won the throne of the village owner's wife, and reached the pinnacle of her life from then on; Either marry someone far away, meet a pretender, and start a life of a rich wife; or run away with someone, open up a new horizon, and have a different path to immortality; or wait quietly to be a matchmaker, watch the sweet love of brothers, and make bowl after bowl of food...