I don't know if life is too boring, I don't know if it's because the dream heart is not old, in short, that day, that moment, gently clicked a link, in short, that minute, that second, slowly opened a corner of the dream.

I have been here for more than ten days, in the dark, day and night, I know the "Qing Piercing", only to know that today, another eight routines have long been popular, and even have a tendency to flood, but I have said goodbye to the campus for a long time, and people who are far away from the text just know what day it is.

Finally, there is a chance to stop, slowly settle the feelings, and carefully sort out the mood. The first time I watched "Moon Demon Snow", to be honest, it was not as smooth as the novels I had been in contact with before, but when I thought that the author was writing hard every day, I read chapter by chapter, and unconsciously gradually got better, and the story gradually unfolded after about seven or eight chapters, and the characters were much more distinct. Xue Xue seems to have a lot of thoughts, and her brushstrokes have experienced a lot, and from time to time she makes witty words, which makes me loosen my eyebrows and raise the corners of my mouth. When I came down again, when I was defenseless, the wind and clouds changed abruptly, and the pearl changed hands, only to see tears slowly wrinkle my heart.

Although it is said that "only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal", but if you really want to put aside everything to achieve the great cause of the mandarin duck, I am afraid that it is to occupy all the unkindness, injustice, disloyalty and unfilial piety, and it may also be a failure.

If two people are in a vacuum, they can burn as much as they want and finally disappear;

If two people are in reality, they must follow the trajectory of life, and after a short intersection, they will fly to their respective futures with brilliant afterglow.

Such a story, there is not too much fake history as a foil, there are not too many ups and downs of suspense as a highlight, just from the ordinary perspective of an ordinary woman, slowly, unhurried, not delicate, on the plane of the story, it seems to be able to reflect the indifferent figure in our red dust.

As a reader, I will follow in your footsteps, only hoping that the "old dream" will not wake up, not for a result, but only to go through the process. "I am a melancholy guest in the world, I know what the king is crying, and I remember my life in the sound of broken intestines."

Pity me for my clumsy pen, I have a thousand words in my heart, and my pen is empty.

The night is deep, today there is no need to fight to the third watch, may the dream in and outside the dream, everyone is safe, and the heart is happy.

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