Mu Years Chang'an

It is rare for youth to have such a moment, just look at the shooting stars, and the years will be peaceful in the tomb. You and I, looking for shade in the ageless time, close our eyes, nestle on the cool bed, slowly swinging a cattail leaf fan in our hands, quietly talking about the past years, wishing that it would be like this in Chang'an. A nonsensical performance, a blurry video, a fleeting touch, an inexplicable mission... All kinds of coincidences are getting deeper and deeper between Yan Ran and Qiao Zhexi. Fate is hidden in invisible places, blended with the same thing called "like". [Borrowing incident] Qiao Xizhe and Zhou Yizun glared at each other, and the scene with their eyes was quite exciting. Yan Ran on the side silently raised her eyebrows, looking at a small single bed with evil thoughts. "I'll sleep on the bed!" The three of them said in unison, expressing an unprecedented tacit understanding. After several arguments, the three of them slept sideways on the same bed. Zhou Yizun huddled between the two of them under the guise of "preventing some people from being cruel and doing dirty things, and Yan Ran and I are brothers and sisters." It's winter and the heating is out. Can't we rely on human body to keep warm? Not stupid... Well, that makes sense! So, Zhou Yizun fell asleep in the increasingly warm quilt, and the pigs grunted and grunted, making the two poor little ones helpless and suffering from endless insomnia. Late at night, Yan Ran suddenly felt someone gently lifting the quilt, her heart was in her throat, and she asked in a low voice: "What are you doing?" A slap came over and covered Yan Ran's face. "Sleep!" Yan Ran didn't move, a burst of heat spread from her heart under the quilt, and she no longer felt cold. Accompanied by the vague fragrance in someone's palm, I fall into a dream...