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Once upon a time, the girl named Su Wenjiang had a talking elk named Xiaowen. The eyes of the boy she loved were full of mountain wind. Later, when she was a year old, she added the sound of dry lotus rain, the kites were silent with all their thoughts, and there was a west wind... Once upon a time, the young man named Xin Yan broke off a kite from the ancient capital and gave it to a lost girl. The passing mountain wind stirred up the dust. Later, he closed the door of memories, leaving a trace of the deep night, the eaves flowers warmed by the west wind, and looking back, there was a faint fragrance... In those ancient times, when the moon was cool, the courtyard was deep, and it was a good night in the west building, who would come to ask? He did not call her Ajaan, but said warmly: "Then I wish you a safe trip, miss." ............ Her eyes were red, her voice was hoarse, and she smiled sadly: "Xin Yan, it turns out that Yuanluo's unruly behavior really hurts." That year, kites and flowers sent each other away from each other, but it was just the beginning of the chess game. As time goes by, I hope whoever remembers whom is the best year