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The flower of the other shore comes to this world and blooms attached to the back of a mortal. The flower of the underworld is not tolerated by the world. For this calamity, the flower of the other shore, which blooms beautifully because of this spine, cannot escape the world and falls into the dust. People in the world are always like this. They are afraid and repelled by others. They have evil ghosts hidden in their hearts. They are stubborn and believe that others are evil ghosts. The eyes of the world are like shackles interlocking around their necks, which can easily strangle their lives. An orphan girl kills wolves with her bare hands in an animal hunting ground, her body is like duckweed on the water, and her life is like grass and grass. Nanwang Zhulingjun composes a piece of music on the harp and gives it a candied haws of sugarcane. Changsu Mountain's Yunze harpist is involved in the entanglement between the ghosts and royal family of the former dynasty, and Concubine Jiang is an actor who has spent his life on the wrong side. Is it the ruthlessness of the royal family or the ruthlessness of the actor? The general deceived him all his life, reduced him to a beggar, ruined his arrogance, and beheaded all the medical women. He was hung on the city wall on a rainy night. The king became bald overnight and suffered eternal infamy throughout his life. Beyond the Way of Heaven and the "Eye of Heaven" lies the real world between heaven and earth. All pain is nothing but the "fate" given by the cold and ruthless gods. "It turns out that everything is fake, even you." "You have beautiful eyes and you can't lie to others." "No one in this world will look better than you in white." "I want to wear white clothes for you again." A Li is a very good person and he really likes her.

Nanxun Ancient Town, courtyards, rose flowers, painted walls, and young gods. It was the first time that Yuci saw the legendary vicious and violent young man. He was wearing a hooded sweatshirt and washed white jeans. He was forced to kneel on the ground by his gangster-like relatives. He looked deserted and lonely, as if he was stubbornly fighting against the world. She was like a stupid little penguin, smiling mysteriously and making a death-scissors gesture to the boy. In the crowd, the young man grabbed her hand and stood up slowly. His eyes were full of unstoppable waves and terrifying heat, and he said to her: "Yu Ci, long time no see." I thought it was the first meeting, but I didn't expect it to be a reunion. Later, one day on the way to school, she accidentally looked up and saw a young god sitting on the ruined wall. He closed his eyes and looked up at the sky, holding a rose flower in his mouth. The white school uniform was like a large ivy, swaying in the breeze. He gave her a painting, in the sunshine, and said: "From now on, the rose flower is yours, and I am yours too." Later, every night, the young man would climb over the broken wall, come against the light, and sit on the windowsill, covered in clear moonlight, leaving a cluster of roses on her windowsill. "I've seen her as passionate as a rose, and I've also seen her unable to get up after being stepped into the mud, like an ivy." They knew each other tacitly, they fell in love in the hustle and bustle, and they never said they liked each other. "I want you to promise me to live to be a hundred years old on my behalf." --The gods held flowers like roses and kissed the young gods they loved. "Gu Ze, the roses are blooming this year." I miss you so much.