As the sun sets, a little red glow dyes half of the sky red, bewitching and beautiful. However, what is more beautiful than the heavenly scenery is the scenery on the earth.

Under a withered vine tree, a man sat on the ground, dressed in a red robe, his hair loosely pulled up, holding a guzheng in his hand, playing and singing a pipa line.

Not far away stood a woman, veiled on her head, listening quietly.

The wind blows slightly, the hair dances, and when you stand and sit, the scene of movement and stillness is as gripping as a painting.

Boom - a sudden muffled sound was the sound of a string breaking.

"Why are you here?"

The man asked.

"I ......"

Lin Wanqi immediately opened her mouth to explain.

The man didn't care, patted the place next to her, interrupted her speech, and said, "Come and sit"

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As he spoke, he shifted his body slightly, freeing up more space.

The reassuring power in her voice made Lin Qiwan walk over and sit down beside her gently, keeping a little distance.

And the man didn't pay attention to her small movements, and as soon as he leaned back, he leaned against the trunk of the tree, his hands folded behind his head, and his posture was lazy and leisurely.

The wind blows slightly, and when you sit on your back, the quiet picture reveals a calming feeling, and every qiē looks so harmonious and wonderful.

"Interested in hearing a story?" The man closed his eyes slightly, as if muttering to himself. The woman sitting next to her didn't say anything, blinked and stared at the man blankly, without saying anything. Now he seems to be a little different, a little less like a flower thief. "Do you believe in fortune telling?" The man slowly opened his eyes, and his expression was ethereal, as if he had drifted into the distance. "Fortune telling?" Lin Wanqi asked rhetorically, "If you really know what your future fate will be if you do the math, then wouldn't everyone have to do it?" "Hehe—the man sneered, and said, "yes." Then he suddenly sighed, as if he sighed, "But some people just believe in it too much, and they don't even want their own son." "It's a bit of a hateful tone when it comes to the back. Lin Qiwan was slightly stunned, but there was a ripple in her heart, and she didn't know how to answer for a while. "Haha-" The man suddenly laughed when he looked at Lin Qiwan's appearance, reached out and patted Lin Qiwan's head, and said with a smile, "Why are you with this expression, as if that person is you." Lin Wanqi glanced at him and didn't answer, just looking sullen. What a fool. The man looked at Lin Qiwan's appearance and suddenly floated such a sentence, and then leaned back, closed his eyes and looked refreshed, "Do you know? Many years ago today, the day the boy was kicked out of his home. The man said to himself, ignoring Lin Qiwan, who was silent on the side, his eyes were floating emptyly, and he couldn't find a place to stay. And with the emergence of memories, the man couldn't help but confide what he thought in his heart, and Lin Qiwan also listened quietly, being a suitable listener. And all the past events were poured out one by one after the thin lips were closed, and the person who spoke had an indifferent expression, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him. Maybe that's not what happened to him in the first place, and he's just a storyteller.