Lin Chuan, who was in prison, was looking at the moon alone through the small window at the moment, he naturally didn't know that the cinnabar he liked was in Chen Yan's arms at this time, and if he knew, he didn't know how he would feel.

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, he really wants to go home to see, he hasn't been home for a long time, and his parents don't know what's going on, but he can't go home, maybe he can't go back for the rest of his life, because Su Zilin said that he is a lone star, and the people around him will only be put in danger by himself, and the only way is to seek a solution from Taoism.

This is fate, it's not fair, it's not absolutely fair, everyone has their own fate, all pointing to different endings, what kind of person should become, what to gain and what to lose are doomed.

Lin Chuan can only really do what he wants to do only if he becomes the pinnacle of Taoism, and Chen Qi can only realize his master's will if he is the first person in piano skills.

They may be unlucky, but they are fortunate because they know their calling, and many of them live their lives without knowing what they are supposed to do.

In fact, Lin Chuan doesn't know, Cinnabar doesn't know, maybe everyone doesn't know, they are just doing what they want to do, what they love to do, it doesn't matter if they succeed, they don't care about their achievements, what they like is the best. It's not because something is good that you pursue it, you just like it.

Lin Chuan didn't feel how miserable his fate was, "Zhou Yi" said that everything is a combination of yin and yang, there is yang in yin, and there is yin in yang, and things must be reversed, and prosperity must decline.

If the flowers are always blooming and we can live forever, then the meeting of the flowers and the moon will not cause people to be so emotional. Flowers bloom and fall, showing the brilliant brilliance of life; Loving flowers and appreciating flowers shows people's infinite cherishment of flowers and trees. The fleeting things in the world, once they are encountered, will surely arouse infinite joy in people's hearts.

So when he saw cinnabar, he was happy, and when he left, he was sad, but he was always indifferent, but this name was engraved in his heart, a little cinnabar red in the center of his eyebrows, he closed his eyes, as if he could see a little cinnabar in his heart, red like a flower, beautiful like her.

A gust of wind blew, with the smell of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was the fragrance of osmanthus, Lin Chuan smiled, he didn't expect to ask for the fragrance of osmanthus in this kind of place.

He likes to look at osmanthus flowers, thinking of the past and present life of this osmanthus tree, he suddenly returned to the time of being a child, when the osmanthus flowers fall in front of the court, sprinkle and sweep the courtyard, pick up flowers to make honey, the years of stagnation are slow and long, but there is a slight sweetness.

Often after the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind comes from north to south, the osmanthus tree is full of the fragrance of the yard at night, there is sunlight in the daytime, a tree is golden and finely broken like a diamond, and it is impossible to distinguish whether it is sunlight or the luster of osmanthus. He suddenly thought of the osmanthus nectar made by Nan Wan, he could often eat the osmanthus nectar made by Nan Wan during that time in the mountains, Su Zilin likes to drink tea, often uses this honey to make tea, pinch a little fresh osmanthus, plus this newly brewed honey, wake up on the couch at noon, soak a cup, can be sweet all afternoon. The afternoon scene also became vivid. This honey, recalled, is not at all like the fragrance of osmanthus now, he is not worried about his death at all, he is just entangled in whether to go back to see cinnabar.