Xueyun

This is a story about forgetting. Some people forget who they are, some people forget why they set out, and some people forget that the person they have been waiting for their whole life has never existed. This is also a story about dreams. In the dream, there are snow-capped mountains, ancient pagodas, a long sword that never leaves my hand, and a pot of wine that keeps me awake as I drink. In the dream, there is the laughter of a girl, the silence of the young swordsman, the Lord of the Abyss wearing a mask, and the storyteller who tells half-truths and half-lies. At the end of the dream, the heavy snow wiped out everything They all dissipated. Like snow falling in the snow --- You may ask: is all this true? What I want to say is—— As you read this, the snow is still falling. You remember some names in the book, remember a certain turn, and remember the sentence "a word is settled." If you remember, it's proof that they existed As for whether the person who dreamed the dream still remembers it when he wakes up... He turned over and fell asleep again The heavy snow is silent and there is no whereabouts So, thank you for accompanying them in this dream. Please also remember that there is snow outside the window and light beside the pillow. After waking up from the dream, live well ——May your wakefulness be gentler than your dreams "Snow" In the dream, I didn't realize that I was a guest, and the snow fell silently on my way home.