The Wind Returns to the Sweet-Scented Osmanthus Forest

Yang Xin, a child prodigy of the Western Han Dynasty, helped his father write "Tai Xuan" at the age of seven, and entered the secret realm at the age of nine. Eleven years in the void. The outside world is two thousand years later. He didn't know why he was waiting. Who is waiting for. I only know that every time I think of "the so-called beauty is on the side of the water", my heart will move, very lightly, like a string sinking at the bottom of the water, being plucked by an invisible hand. The day the secret realm opened, he stepped on the stones of Cangwu Mountain with his bare feet. The wind blows from the depths of the valley, and there is a person's breath in that wind, which I have recognized since I was seven years old. He walked in the direction of the wind. He didn't know that two thousand years later in Yuanxing, a girl was waiting for him in the sea of ​​flowers in Cangwu Mountain. She waited for him for eleven years. She carved words under the old locust tree in the back mountain. She remembered that someone under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree said to her, "I will come back when the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms." She couldn't remember what the man looked like, but she remembered his voice. I remember that when he called her name, there would be a gust of wind between her eyebrows, which would move in his direction. They will meet again in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers. Then he walked towards the source star where spiritual energy revived, towards the stars in the mortal world, towards the underworld and the ninth heaven, until the end of the original chaos. The wind is always between her brows. Nothing has changed in two thousand years.