The vast expanse of the salt lake is like a huge mirror, clearly reflecting the clear sky and lazy clouds.

Li Bai stood between the sea and the sky, the shallow lake water just touched his bare ankles, the slight wind blew the corners of his open clothes, the fine sunlight fell on his broad shoulders, and the slender reflection was reflected on the lake, like a touch of sadness, slowly stirring this clear and quiet world.

A lonely green mound stands in the lake, and the stone tablet in front of the mound is clearly engraved: "The Tomb of Qingjue".

Li Bai often comes here to stay quietly for a while, especially when he is worried that the end of the world will come suddenly, the tragedy of one person's disaster, the tragedy of thousands of people, it will be like the end of the world, for Li Bai, as long as the world does not perish, the original intention does not change, if the world is destroyed, then it really can't wait for her.

Li Bai stroked the stele and couldn't help but burst into tears: "I'm sorry, Qingjue! I haven't found you yet." The only thing I hate in this world is time, I used to hate it for passing too slowly, but now I hate it for passing too fast, I will definitely find you, you have to wait for me...... There is a popular saying among couples in this era: 'Whoever is separated can't live', at first glance it seems to be the same thing, but if you think about it, this is not the case at all, since you left me, there is no complete me in the world. ”

Li Bai muttered to himself, completely immersed in his thoughts. At this time, the birds perched on the surface of the lake suddenly rushed into the blue sky, and there was a brisk footstep not far away.

"Who?" Li Bai woke up and quickly wiped away his tears.

"The mirror of the sky is really more beautiful than the sky. Xiaobai, don't come to harm. ”

Li Bai's eyebrows furrowed when he heard this, and a disgusted expression couldn't help but appear on his face, although he couldn't distinguish the faces of the people who came, but the title of "Xiaobai" was only called by one person in the world, that is, the self-proclaimed and suave one, the first talent, and the shameless Yesheng Song.

"You're not here to enjoy the view, are you?"

Yeshengge, who was wearing a black windbreaker, shook his head, and laughed like a breeze in the valley in the early morning: "I have long seen the prosperity of the world, and there is still beautiful scenery in my eyes, but occasionally when I think about the warmth and coldness of people, I can't help but miss someone...... That's a little white who is 'slightly inferior to me's literary brilliance and slightly inferior to coquettish'."

"Get down to business. ”

Ye Shengge nodded, and then said: "I recently met a girl, who became the editor-in-chief at a young age, so I made up a story for her, called 'Biyi Mole', I said that if there is a cinnabar mole born in the palm of the hand, it will be called 'Biyi Mole', which is the blood and tears of lovers falling in the palm of the palm, as a sign of looking for each other in this life...... She liked it so much that she persuaded me to help her hold a 'Past Life Lover' event, which doesn't invite you to be a judge. ”

Li Bai immediately understood Yeshengge's kindness, it sounded a little absurd, but it was undoubtedly a way, it was better than looking for a needle in a haystack.

"If you don't object, you say yes...... By the way, if you want, this event can be held forever, people in this era hate strange, and they all say that they don't believe in love, but they all love to watch love stories. Ye Shengge waved his hand after speaking, turned around and left, "By the way, you asked Long Lu to help you find the little girl she found." ”

"Thank you!" Li Bai slowly thanked the back of Ye Shengge.