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That year, a lonely and helpless girl picked up a diary of an immortal cultivator and embarked on a journey to find an immortal. That year, the down-and-out middle-aged swordsman returned to his hometown, met him on the way, and regained himself. "Xiao Yun'er, I heard from people in the village that you have loved listening to opera since you were a child. It just so happened that your teacher learned this when you were young. Do you want to hear it?" Mu Shaofeng looked at his disciple who was writing a diary lovingly and asked gently. Liu Yun sat on the chair, with his back to Mu Shaofeng, biting his lip with his teeth, tears streaming down his face, as if he had exhausted all his strength to make a sound from the tip of his sore nose. "Yeah." Mu Shaofeng cleared his throat and sang: "Who said..." It's like the catkins blowing up in the wind, and the hair on the temples becomes yellow. The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, the moon is lingering, and the shadows are scattered. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. Ten years are like a dream, but it hurts. Autumn is over, but the days are still long. Also known as "A Girl's Diary"