He was on a long riverbank, the noise of the painting boat with the woman's smile scattered to both sides, the light boat under his feet rowed unhurriedly and slowly, the weeping willows by the river shook down a large piece of catkins, above the bank of the river like a blown cloud fell to the ground, the next moment it was blown away by the wind.

Behind the scattered clouds, a young man held a long sword and looked at him motionlessly, as if he was stunned. The green clothes on the young man's body reflected the green tea in the cup, and he obediently spread out a circle of water lines, like a floating bamboo in a lake.

Thinking so, he smiled, reached out and took the hat off, and smiled at the boy's lips.

"Waiting for me?"

Only then did the young man come back to his senses abruptly and touched his nose in disguise: "It's not ...... either"

"Isn't it?" <

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