Tang Yingxuan had already left, and Yang An also turned to go out, after all, he was an elderly person, his steps were a little slow, he brushed his elbows and walked forward. The windows of Zhenyin Hall were opened, the sun was shining, the wind blew from the cracks between heaven and earth, rolled up the thin confetti, blew to Yang'an's feet, and a few pieces blew on his dust, embedded in the white silk, Yang'an stretched out his hand and swept away a few larger pieces of confetti from the dust, however, when he glanced at the content on the confetti, he was stunned, and he couldn't come to his senses for a long time.

The confetti fell from his hand, and the wind swept it, tossing and turning, and slowly falling into the royal pond not far away, where it was soaked with water, and the ink was scattered, and no one could see what was written on it.

Suddenly, it was overcast, and the rain came without warning.

As soon as Meng Hui walked to the door, he saw the rain falling outside, he stopped, the sun had not yet completely disappeared, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The rain knocked on the earth, masking many sounds, and at the same time isolating all the omens, so no one knew that at this moment, the wheel of fate had begun to turn slowly, ready to carry a huge curtain to wet thousands of rivers and mountains, and that period of emotion, the fate of all people was tightly tied together, and a movement, it was the transformation of mountains and rivers.

Those emotions of joy or sorrow, those unspoken emotions placed in the heart, the young man in white clothes like snow, or the palace that was imprisoned so strongly, the woman whose heart was like ashes, those and that, all of them were folded into a certain chapter of time, and they could only wait for the next scroll to understand their prosperity and decline.

Or the next time we open it, we outside the story can finally understand the compassion of the world.

I just want to say that no matter how tortuous the road ahead is, no matter how high the sky and height are, no matter how difficult it is to reach the other side of the dream, please believe that this world has never lacked warmth, even if you look around, the surrounding barrenness, you should believe that there will be a night of peace in the wilderness, waiting for the near future.

Please also believe that in the midst of the devastation, there will be a tree of flowers. There will always be a jade net flower, a woman with warm teeth is worth waiting for you and me, there will always be a white horse light fur, an elegant young man walking towards us, and there will always be a period of love, which is worth you and me to go with our hearts, and reminisce and sigh.

As long as you want, you can see them in full bloom, and you can see the posture of that girl all over the mountains and fields, and endure the crowd.

I believe that here and there, there are wonderful things worth you and me to appreciate.

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