It is the night breeze, breaking the window in, only feeling the coolness in the rest of the sleep, tossing and turning, not sleeping, then turning over to the side, but the brocade is cold, the pillow is empty, Fang recalls that the Si people have gone, and it is difficult to see each other again in this life.

The drowsiness faded, and he got up and walked to the windowsill. The moon is in the sky, bright and clean. After parting, memories meet.

More than 40 years have passed since the man left. Everyone in the world says that life is short, and Yu Du is like a year, every time he thinks about the past, he regrets it, and he is often depressed in his chest and cannot express it.

Yu has made too many mistakes in this life, and he knows that it is difficult to atone for his sins even if he dies, so he does not dare to ask the world for forgiveness, and only hopes that the young man among the flowers will not forget the old friendship between the two.

The action touched the strings on the case, the strings moved, a Que a Shi'an unconsciously flowed to the fingertips, the image of the piano and the song flashed in front of the eyes one by one, and now the face in the mirror, has reached the old age, think that the person should not change the posture of the fairy, Fanghua is just right, as the first time I saw it, thinking of this, it is inevitable to be ashamed of myself, panic, I am afraid that after a hundred years, I will give up this remnant body, the soul to the old people, and finally meet but I don't know.

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