Talk About Wutong

When we first met, he joked, "The exquisite dice and the red beans make me love you, do you know?" The paper fan was gently waving, what a romantic young man! After meeting each other, he said, "I feel ashamed that I am not a sycamore tree. I wish the phoenixes could sing in the morning sun." As soon as the paper fan was put away, he stood in front of him with a heroic appearance. The wind blew slowly, messing up the broken hair on her forehead and blowing away her thoughts. But things changed later. Now that she was revisiting her old place, in the unchanging scenery, she suddenly wanted to see his blurry figure under the refraction of the sun, and listen to him whispering beside her about the story between Qi Kuo and Zicheng...