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In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

The way is slow, thirsty and hungry.

My heart is sad, I don't know how I mourn!

Hexuewei

(a)

When I finally finished "On Why the Sky Is Blue in the Mortal World", the fox finally dissipated his cold and stern countenance, which was as cold as ice, and became warm.

My eyes, sore from the day's work, were, dripping on the table carved out of red phoenix wood to merge with it. Holding a bunch of bamboo tubes, he sat next to me and stared at me, his face as gentle as water.

Seeing me turn around, he quickly got up, stretched out his index and middle fingers and tapped slightly. "Clear water is like a spring," he said, and with a flick to the right, cool spring water slowly flowed from his fingertips and poured into the bamboo tube he had just held. After watching me drink it all, he smiled and stroked my head.

The sky is an endless dazzling white, unlike the blue sky and soft white clouds in the mortal world, and at night, the purple-red moon opens its arms to envelop the underworld in purple-black, which is indescribably weird, which is probably the origin of the name of the underworld. Now the window had turned a dim purple, I rubbed my eyes to indicate that I was going to sleep, and the fox yawned to cover me with the quilt, and the familiar song resounded in my ears.

"In the past, I went back, and the willows were still there. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling..."The voice of the lynx is quiet and beautiful, like a lingering sound.

Seeing that my sleepy eyes were a little hazy, he raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly. The cyan light flashed, this color made people have an indescribable comfort and reassurance, I knew that the lynx had gone to the mortal world again, and then I gradually closed my eyes.

"Xuewei, it's time to get up. "The phoenix wood in front of the window swayed gently in the breeze, shielding me from a part of the white light that belonged to the sky. It was early in the morning, and I heard the sound of a lynx on the roof. I angrily stood up and yelled at the rooftop, "Can you stop showing off your spells!"

The creature's figure slowly descended from above the window, still with the same smile on its face, but it didn't say anything to my attitude.

He hooked his index finger slightly, and I seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and pulled out of the window.

This move made me even more dissatisfied. "Didn't you say don't show off?" I ignored him in anger, and didn't look at his sapphire-like pupils anymore.

Hmph, the hateful lynx, who knows such powerful spells, doesn't teach me the slightest, but takes them out in front of me every day to show off. I'm probably a person from the underworld, not only do I not know any magic, but I also have to study the boring things in the mortal world every day. Why is there a difference between me and the raccoon?

"Hey, Lynx, teach me the academic method. "Strangely, every time I mention this, his cheeks get gloomy, and this time it was the same. "No, I can't. The cold tone made me shudder, and although he didn't show any anger on the surface, he must have been angry in his heart.

Seeing that I was stunned for a while, the lynx eased his expression and patted the cage beside him. "Xue Wei, I'll show you something good. With a flick of his right hand, the cage opened on its own, and several snow-white birds flew out of it. They flapped their wings and flew into the sky, merging with the white sky.

"What kind of bird is this? It's so beautiful. I dismissed the thought of ignoring him, and I asked. "Mortal dove, do you like it?" I clapped my hands for joy. There are very few white birds in the underworld, and both the Chongming bird and the phoenix are as red as fire.

I remember once upon a time when a phoenix landed on the phoenix wood by my window, and its reborn flames almost burned my house. My heart throbbed, and suddenly a sense of uneasiness came over me.

"Xue Wei, today you will study the white pigeon. "Well, that's just a source of unease, a boring rampant.

My name is Xuewei, He Xuewei. I've lived in this valley for as long as I can remember, and the lynx never let me leave. A hundred years have passed in a hurry.

I don't know much about his background, but he has always been by my side to take care of me, treating me like a brother. But there are some things that the Lynx doesn't know about me, I yearn for the world beyond the valley, and I also yearn for learning magic, but the Lynx always deliberately avoids these topics, and over time it becomes a taboo. When I'm idle, I search my mind for the past, but there's always a part of it missing, and I try to remember it but I don't have a clue.

"Well, Fox, why do I think you're hiding something from me, why do I feel like I'm missing something?"

"I think you're looking for something to do, don't ask such a nonsensical question. He smiled slyly, but his eyes flickered, refusing to look me in the eye, as if he was deliberately concealing it. But I still stopped talking about it, I don't like to write boring articles.

My knowledge of the world is completely from books, but what I get on paper has always felt that it is not so vivid, what kind of prosperity is the mortal world? How beautiful are the flowers on the other side of the underworld?

Midnight and Midnight Raccoon always goes out, and although I don't know what he's going to do, I don't dare to ask, but at least then he'll bring mortal sweets, and I'll be very happy.

However, my consciousness told me that I had to get out of this valley, and this consciousness was buried in my blood and was getting stronger and stronger.

No matter what the lynx does during the day, he will always come back before the purple moon rises, the purple moon makes me feel inexplicably irritable, and the song that the lynx sang for me when he came back calmed me down.

"Raccoon, you have to know that it is boring for a person to listen to a ballad for a hundred years. This time I covered my ears impatiently.

"No, you can't. With a flick of his left hand, my hand covering my ear was forced to fall. That contemptuous look seemed to say what if you don't want to hear it, you don't know how to do magic at all.

Alas, the gap caused by the spells of the underworld is so big. Hmph, damn rarity, when I have a chance to go out, find someone to teach me the magic, and see how you still bully me.

Since then, I've been out researching a number of ways to get out of the valley, and although I don't know where to go, I've already packed my bags, and I'm not afraid to walk for as long as I can.

In this way, I forgot the warning that the lynx was not allowed to go out.

"Xuewei, don't run around, otherwise there will be no sugar. "I would say this every day when I left, and I didn't take it to heart anymore.

When I learn the magic, do you want you to give me candy, I can go to the mortal world by myself!

Finally relieved, I was still a little scared of the gloomy eyes when the lynx was unhappy. Happily picking up my luggage, I walked down the path I had planned.

The roadside was lush and green, I picked a crystal purple leaf to block the dazzling white light, and the fiery red phoenix chirped pleasantly. There were no roads in the valley, so I had to overcome all kinds of obstacles and make it difficult to walk step by step, but the scenery along the way allowed me to enjoy enough.

Note: 猃狁 (xiǎnyǔn) is from "The Book of Poetry Cai Wei"

芣苡 (fǒuyǐ) is called psyllium in the mortal world, but in fact, it will mutate into another form in the underworld.