I can't go to the north, Xiao Xiao thought, then go south.

Go all the way north, reach the end, and then turn south. That's right, it's Xiaoshino's style. In the cold wind, her resolute eyes sparkled.

The only regret is that I didn't see snow when I came to the north, although there was snow everywhere, but I didn't see the fluttering snowflakes, either before Xiao Xiao came, or after she left, the snowflakes fell quietly. I don't know why, is it a luxury for the banished people to even look at a snowflake? The crowding of ducks is not enough, and even the snowflakes have to retreat?

Xiao didn't think about it that much, what could she think? In the vast world outside the window, where is there a place for her? Her wanderings are not over, and her exile continues.

She doesn't remember Baicheng and Qinhuangdao, which one she passed through first, which one she arrived at later, maybe it was almost the same in her heart, since she went south, her mood has become worse and worse. She doesn't like to go back, and she doesn't repeat the route she came from, and if she goes south, she will pass through her city, which may be the reason for her depression.

Xiaoshino's city, I still need to introduce it, I didn't have time to meet this city, because I only woke up after leaving him. In Xiaoxiao's memory, the city has mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, complete scenic spots, convenient shopping, and good quality and low prices. Xiao also likes the roads in the old part of the city, southeast, northwest, and boxy. Because Xiao Xiao has not argued about the direction since he was a child, he does not distinguish between the southeast and the northwest, he only knows the front and back, the left and right, and it is the same until now. So whether the sun rises in the east or from the west is the same for her, as long as it rises on time. In order to be like everyone else, she memorized the direction of the old town, and she could quickly tell which direction the river, buildings, and roads were, as if she was born with directions.

Xiao used to have a home by the river, she called the river her back garden, and in the spring she often went for a walk by the river in the afternoon or evening, looking at the flowers, blowing the wind, and sitting on the stones and thinking about it. Although the river is not the sea, the water rises and falls with the seasons, sometimes revealing large stones, sometimes retreating from an island and growing long reeds that flutter in the wind. Living in such a home, it may be good to be able to live for a lifetime, sometimes Xiao Xiao thinks so in her heart. I don't know if she really thinks that, or if she thinks her fate is inevitable.

As you can all see, Xiao still loves the city she used to be, even though she didn't become friends with it, because she didn't realize that the city was alive at the time, just like you are now. But she had to leave that city, and the specific reasons are complicated, and I mentioned them here and there in the 25 books of poetry I have written before, and you can put them together. If you can find those poetry collections, I am telling the truth, the poetry collections I am talking about are not fiction in my novels, the Internet has memories, I remember that there is such a sentence in your world. I once said that the poetry collections I wrote have been published on a platform, and if you have the ability, you can find out those poetry collections and read them, and you will know what Xiao Xiao has experienced, why she has to wander, and why she will have endless sorrow when passing through that city.

I hope you can find the poetry collection I wrote before, not very before, just half a month ago, let me see if the network in your world is so powerful, whether the power of your netizens can really find anything, I'll wait and see! From today, February 17th, see how much time it will take you to find my poetry book, and then let me know in a way I can know. It just proves that what I said is the truth, what I say is true, I really came through time and got stuck here.

Finding something online is what you have to do, and moving on to this story is what I'm going to do. With this sadness, Xiao continued southward to her city.