There is still a low-grade fever, and I will rest for another day to consolidate my physical condition, I know that there are already children's shoes in the group, hehe!

According to today's physical condition, the text of Chapter 50 of the third season of "Different History" should be released tomorrow. As for today, please listen to a good song that is popular again! "Looking for You" by the famous Taiwanese singer You Hongming, I believe that readers who have watched "Immortal Wine and Meng Po Soup" will be familiar with this song, because I wrote an essay of the same name a long time ago, and the theme is Feng Xuan.

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"Xuankun Strange History" and its prequel "Immortal Wine and Meng Po Soup" songs:

You Hongming

Find you

Lyrics: Lin Linan

Composer: You Hongming

Arrangement: Hong Shengwen

If I fell in love, I decided to fly to you with that feeling

The old address was the letter that had been sent to my home last year

Well, I'm not sure what you're going to do

Very shocking, very sad, still very undecided

How to start so that you don't cry, how to break this deadlock

Don't dare to make things too complicated, you have your home, there will be trouble

How can I open my mouth and say that I still wonder how you can admit that you were stupid back then

I just want to tell you personally: the rain outside will stop and the feeling in my heart will not stop

repeat

If I fell in love, I decided to fly to you with that feeling

The old address was the letter that had been sent to my home last year

Well, I'm not sure what you're going to do

Very shocking, very sad, still very undecided

How to start so that you don't cry, how to break this deadlock

Don't dare to make things too complicated, you have your home, there will be trouble

How can I open my mouth and say that I still wonder how you can admit that you were stupid back then

I just want to tell you personally: the rain outside will stop and the feeling in my heart will not stop

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Feng Xuan's prose:

Inscription - Find out how you start so that you don't cry, how to break this deadlock

When I passed through the turmoil of the world, I inherited your warm little hands, and the slippery palms reminded me of the resentment accumulated in your body and the heaviness of my shoulders.

And I am not a soul with nothing, and everyone's shadow is overshadowed by their own great sorrow. You are light and transparent, and you don't know how to ignore it, but you have achieved half a lifetime of beauty and beauty.

In a lifetime, I was a maverick and walked freely, in order to prove anything to the time, I don't understand. Is it the shadow that suddenly fell into a dream, the ethereal agility that has never been diluted by the floating light in the four seasons, or a touch of weight in my heart since then, I don't understand, and I dare not understand. I only know that from that moment on, I have already fallen from the heart of the Eight Wind Terrace to the frost and snow shore of the mourning prison.

Miracle doctor Danshi, life-saving medicine, a glance at the morning and twilight, a glimpse of life and death. There are few infinite, how to give birth to the heavy duel of time, let me rise from now on, and remember the stubborn Xitou Qingyin. The engraving is unbearable, not afraid of heartache, but afraid of the day by day, the pride of the familiar twist cares about the practice, and allows her to gnaw on the bottom line of the soul and prudence, season by season.

However, the wind and rust are locked, and the way of heaven has not taught me, so I can't do it, and it was originally different from time to time.

At the end, how did the cherry red dripping from between my eyebrows dilute the bloody color? At that moment, I was only willing to enjoy it like this. Don't chase the past, don't avoid the fruit, laugh affectionately, just silver frost. Gradually, the body temperature, channeling, and the slightest wisps penetrated the cool heart, soaked in the lofty and righteous spirit, and sneered at the supreme heaven. At that moment, a tear, you and I fell into pairs, just like the night in the distant mountains, the breath in the arms, so innocently brave and strong;

Once, Jun Zhengnian was strong and beautiful, and the mountains were swaying. At the moment when the sound of autumn is in full force and the water and sky are the same colors, have you stopped the immortals and prayed for the master and apprentice who listened to the wind in the mountain stream?

Enlightenment? People are worried, and they need to worry about it, and they need to understand it.

So I woke up.

Awakening is the earliest aging, the deepest thoroughness, and the most inaction-free remorse.

So I chased. After chasing all the years, the tumbling personnel were exhausted, passing by the blue sea of Qiongtian, and seeing the exchange of faces. In the end, I realized that what I insisted on and what I lost was always in the old place, and the origin was one.

How to solve the gains and losses.

So I set off. Boundless and boundless, trekking and trekking, not to redeem oneself and redeem one's heart, but to be obsessed with the miracle of the hidden hope in the cold world.

Miracles are given to the Buddha who has left heaven and entered the world. The end of time, as long as it is you, only you.

30,000 miles of road, the stars and the Han are circulating, the sun and the moon accompany the minutes, turn around and prosper, a flower blooms and loses gentleness, life goes back and forth, treacherous and dignified, timeless and new.

"The glory of God is to hide the mystery, and the glory of the king is to break it. (Old Testament, Floating Life)

Am I your God, your King, or the humble recklessness of the past under the hem of your skirt? Just because it's you, as long as it's you.

Ailao Mountain Mansion, the lanterns are on at the beginning, a mediocre era, because you reappear calmly, like a year of water, ink hair like snow, reincarnated beloved, warm frost and cold.

How I met you, in my bravest moments.

Jin Zhu smiled lightly at the prince, and sang and played with eternal sorrow. The young maniac who sings and laughs, now it's you, not me, not the white-clothed divine doctor Xuan, not the ancient case of agarwood Dan Shiyin, it's you, my you.

Freedom, fearlessness, heartlessness, and the best period of regeneration.

The unavoidable catastrophe has been silently stirred up by the wheel of fortune since then. Love and hatred, abundance of gods and crazy demons, ancient from one, gains and losses are not up to others.

Eight years of reincarnation, alternating between death and life, I dare not mention the blood and red that slipped between my fingers in the past, and I dare not hope that there is a touch of emotion in your eyes, a trace of stubbornness. If all the teachings are refreshing, why don't I let me, a thousand years of lovesickness overnight, exhausted to ashes, from now on the frost river to look at each other, at least there is still a look left, entangled in the past. Let him Cui Xue Qiang flute, old rhyme and new wounds, a bleak universe, since then the night has passed forever, and sing softly.

When the years are in bloom, Zhenzhen can't bear to remember, my love, please turn around the moment and forget me.

Looking for you, not for the purpose, but for the direction.

In the next life, I will hold your little hand, he will start from the beginning, don't forget.