Da Zhezi, you just left.

It's only been a day, and I feel like I haven't seen you in years.

The window I have opened.

You can see the big tree on the edge of the courtyard, its leaves are green, and it is rustling in the wind.

You can see the deep blue sky, with clouds floating quietly on the margins, and occasionally a few birds fluttering by.

It's earth, yellow, black, red, green, all kinds of colors, ever-changing.

The wind blows in, and if you sit there, the wind will pick up your hair, up and down one by one, and one after another even black oil will gradually extend from your scalp to the end of the void.

At this time, I let out a long sigh, and the window closed.

The sunlight was blocked out, and the house was darkened again.

There was a lamp, there was a lamp, and with a gesture of my empty hand, the lamp suddenly appeared from nowhere, and it was placed on the wooden table, and I snapped my fingers, and the flame flickered.

The light doesn't always have to be yellow, you know, there are other colors, but here, it's yellow, and you piggyback on it, and the whole house becomes that color.

It swayed there, and I stared at its shadow, left and right, up and down.

Soon after, my eyes closed and I fell into cultivation.

That's right, Da Zhezi, the sun was shining outside, and I closed the house, lit the lamp, and practiced alone.

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