On the yellow sand, a lonely young man stood in despair......

On the edge of the long river, a handsome and extraordinary middle-aged man died......

His breathing went from gasping to faint, and finally to silence, and the folding fan in his hand slowly slipped from his hand and fell into a pool of blood......

Between this filthy world, the fan surface is still pure white, without words and paintings.

It's a desert!

The dead and silent, lonely, depressed desert, boundless, pure color, a lonely wolf smoke in the distance, lonely and particularly eye-catching.

There are no mountains, no trees, only a blood-colored river running through it, as far as the eye can see, it is the endless yellow sand of the desert, the long river is endless, and the blood-colored remnant sun is close at hand.

In the desert, the sun sets, and the air is filled with the smell of rust.

On the other side of the river, the mountains of corpses, the black vultures hovering in the air, occasionally emitting piercing calls, and the broken flags, which were no longer recognizable, were crooked and planted in the yellow sand!

This desert makes people feel oppressive and breathless......

A vulture suddenly rushed towards the standing boy, but the young man did not dodge or dodge, and he was full of sorrow!

The boy on the bed, wake up!

The desert scattered in his dreams......

Is it scattered?

A tear slipped from his eyes......

Outside the house was a burst of bells, and then the immature children's voice sounded, unreasonably rushed into the ears of the collapsed young man - "The road is also a trip to the world, and the world is a public ......"

The young man sat up suddenly, and he realized that this was the South Pavilion - the South Pavilion of Suining Prefecture!

He's back here, but there's one man who will never come back!

As soon as he thought of this, a tear fell on the young man's slightly trembling hand!

The sun was blazing outside, but the room was dark, and the young man rubbed his waist in despair, until his hand touched the wooden sign on his waist.

At that moment, the sadness came fiercely, the tears were like the river that burst the embankment, and the young man on the collapsed cried silently, it was heartbroken, fragmented, and it was a beauty that could not be returned even if he was desperate!

But where do you start?