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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 withered lotuses and rain, the kites were mute with all their thoughts, and there was a west wind blowing... Once upon a time, the young man named Xin Yan broke a kite from the ancient capital and gave it to the lost girl. The passing mountain breeze stirred up the dust. Later, he closed the door of memories, leaving behind a trace of the deep night, with the eaves flowers warmed by the west wind, and looking back, there was a faint fragrance... In those years, the moon was cool, the courtyard was deep, in the west building on a good night, who came to ask? He did not call her Ajiang, but said warmly: "Then I wish. "Girl, have a good trip"... She had red eyes, hoarse voice, and smiled sadly: "Xin Yan, it turns out that Yuanluo's unruly behavior really hurts." That year Yuanluo sent each other away ten miles away, but it was just the beginning of the chess game. In this era, I hope whoever remembers whom is the best year.