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But she said that Meihua stayed in that ghost building, and her heart was also overturned, and she wanted to run to Wang Wu's side immediately and stay with him. But she couldn't. Meihua stayed in the ghost building, eating dinner with her family. She didn't believe in anything that wasn't a ghost.

On the contrary, she loved her beautiful little building, and every day after dinner, she sat in the corridor and looked at the stone village on the other side of the river, showering in the faint moonlight, what a happy thing.

However, there is a fly in the ointment. She was lonely. Although she sat in that beautiful little building and watched a flowering tree on the other side of the river float down and flutter with the wind, like a beautiful dream, she couldn't help but dance with her hands and feet, but she was still lonely.

No, it was night, and in order to relieve her loneliness, she sat in her house and looked at the lights on the other side of the river outside the glass window. At this time, only by looking at this piece of light, her heart is quiet and happy. What's more, at this time, there will be bursts of beautiful singing from that night, and in this beautiful singing, gradually, she got drunk and drunk into beautiful dreams.

Let's say that since Wang Wu glanced at Meihua on that dock, he couldn't erase her from his heart, and he couldn't erase her no matter what, so he had to let her toss and make himself not at peace for a moment. However, in this toss, he felt very happy.

Wang Wu touched the long braid on the top of his head, and thought, forget it, don't go to Meihua, in case Uncle Qiang knows about it, he will say that he is not a good boy again. Wang Wu gradually fell asleep while thinking like this, but, for some reason, a gust of wind blew, shook the tree outside the window, and dropped many leaves with a clatter. This sound woke Wang Wu up, so he sat up and sat down on the little bed, just in time to see the light on the other side of the river swaying in the wind, and this light came from Meihua. Looking at this beautiful light, Wang Wu couldn't sleep, so he couldn't stop looking at the light on the other side of the river, imagining the beautiful feminine face of Meihua under the light.

Thinking about it, he got up from the little bed, crept out of the house, and gently closed the door again, and walked along a gray dirt road, clothed in a faint moonlight, to the river. He sat down by the river, under a great willow tree, and at the desolate sound of the boundless leaves falling, and kept looking at the other side of the river, hoping to see the beautiful flowers standing there, softly singing a little song to himself.

However, at this time, on the other side of the river, there was nothing but a tree that kept swaying in the wind. The tree sprinkled some leaves, sprinkled them in the wind, and flew up and down with the wind, and sprinkled them on Wang Wu's body, making a rustling sound, which made Wang Wu laugh. Because Meihua once stood under that tree, the leaves on that tree were also stained with the smell of beautiful flowers, and then, these leaves stained with the smell of beautiful flowers gently hit Wang Wu's body, which was so beautiful enough for Wang Wu. Those leaves seem to be not just leaves, but have become Meihua's hands, and Meihua's hands can't stop caressing themselves, what kind of beauty is that.

Wang Wu sat on the pier, caressing the willow leaves incessantly, looking at the other side of the river, and gradually, drunk and fell. After a while, however, he got up from the ground again, sat down again, and looked across the river, hoping to see the beauty of the flower.

While thinking like this, Wang Wubian stood up and wanted to go to the beautiful flower house, even if he died because of this, he couldn't care about it. At this time, there was a small boat moored by the river, so Wang Wu jumped into the boat, propped up the bamboo, and after a while, he anchored under the willow tree on the other side of the river and endured the affectionate kiss of the willow leaves that kept flying down.

Wang Wu jumped ashore and walked along a small gray dirt road, splashing up a cloud of dust and messing up a piece of gentle moonlight.

Wang Wu walked to the side of the ghost tower.

He sat down, sat down on a stone, and in a desolate breeze, seemed to hear a cry.

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