Purple years walk under the apricot blossom trees, apricot blossoms fall all over the shoulders. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHere, it is the Qingming season, and from time to time I hear someone crying, which is missing the departed person.

"When I returned, there was no wind or rain or sunshine." Zi Nian said slowly.

Xiaoxiao apricot blossoms, April in the world, at this time, there is a shepherd boy singing a ballad on the back of a cow not far away: the shepherd boy is old, the apricot blossoms have not fallen, the light rain in the heavenly street, wet for two or three miles......

Before you know it, there is really a terrible light rain in the gray air. Thinking about it, Zi Nian had already walked in front of the sign that said the past and present lives.

It is simple and simple, there are no guests, and people are busy paying respects to their deceased relatives.

The shop is quiet, the furnishings are very simple, all some broken porcelain, wood and other things, and most importantly, there is no one in the shop.

Zi Nian stood at the door for a while, not knowing whether to leave or stay, maybe he had strayed into this place.

"Rain is the tears of the sleeping people, and lightning is their immortal thoughts." At this time, a vicissitudes of life voice came from inside, and out of the footsteps was an old man who could no longer see his age, there were only overlapping wrinkles and freckles on his cheeks, if he had seen him so aging before, Zi Nian was surprised after all, and at this moment, Zi Nian did not have a preference.

It turns out that the biggest growth is loss, and Zi Nian suddenly realized this truth.

When you see everything, you will be unfazed.

The old man didn't look at him with strange eyes because of Zi Nian's white hair. I have read countless people in my life, and everyone has their own unique story.

The old man sat down and motioned for Zi Nian to sit down as well, Zi Nian was opposite him, and the two of them were separated by a desk.

"Can you find past and present lives here?" Zi Nian asked.

I saw the old man shake his head: "You can't find your past and present lives here." But here you can see what they look like, if your fate is deep enough, if your obsession can be regarded as an obsession......"

"Stretch out your hand, young man." The old man said.

Zi Nian slowly stretched out his right hand, the old man held it, and at the same time lifted a bronze mirror that had been covered with a white cloth on the desk, it was already blurred, and he could vaguely see his appearance, and it had not yet been deformed.

At this time, the old man moved his hand and Zi Nian's hand into a little, and touched the bronze mirror slightly, and a force came out of the old man's arm, half of which went to Zi Nian's arm, and the other half went to the bronze mirror.

The bronze mirror began to shine with a sparkling light, and the mirror showed a gray fog.

Then, Zi Nian felt as if he had walked into the depths of the fog, a bird's-eye view of everything, oh, it was flying, an eagle shuttled freely between the mountains, it was heroic and majestic.

Overhead, a full moon shone on the night when the eagle flew, and as if he was anxious to go, he followed the moonlight, and in the darkness of the night, shuttled, shuttled, and passed through the temple of the peaks, and the eagle came to the top of a highest mountain, and on the side of the mountain, there was a grass, growing in the moonlight.

It is a kind of grass that does not exist in the world, and there is only one pearl in the whole world, it is born in rocks, and its temperament is cold, and it absorbs the essence of moonlight and rocks to form.

The eagle creates a barrier for it from the wind and rain, and it will not stop it from absorbing the essence of the moonlight......

The eagle came, and the beads of grass danced in the moonlight. She was happy to see him. All the dances are also only for the eagle. It had never seen anyone, and the eagle was the only one in her eyes other than moonlight.

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