The weaver girl, Lin Shuang (the heroine), returned to the dormitory, dialed her mother's phone, and greeted each other with cold and warmth.

Wash up, shower.

The water and soil in the south make the already fair skin more and more delicate, and the local habit of taking a shower every day makes her enjoy it very much.

Fall asleep. Dreams float away......

The smoke between the peaks, the murmuring of the stream at the foot of the mountain, and the occasional slow birdsong from the deep valley are mixed with the never-ending tinkling of spring water.

A jade-faced scholar carrying a heavy bookcase on his back stumbles on the uneven winding path.

Shouldn't the weight of the body be borne by the scholar? It is clear that not all scholars are equipped with scholars.

On the boulder by the stream, the jade-faced scholar unloaded his bag and sat cross-legged. A wild lily behind him is particularly eye-catching.

The melodious flute sound lingered around the beam for three days. The breeze lifted the scholar's long hair, and at the same time stirred up a wisp of green smoke between the lily stamens behind him. The rhythm rises and falls, and the green smoke dances!

"Mom, the gods are infested!" Lin Shuang screamed in a dream.

The wisp of green smoke drifted to the surface of the water and melted into the water!

"How could I be here!" Lin Shuang woke up and found himself soaked in water. Oh, my God! Naked, bathing in the stream between this valley, she is not such an unrestrained woman! In ancient times, women in the wilderness and mountains would twist so much, but they blended seamlessly with the natural world.

She lost her face and turned back.

He was on a boulder on the shore.

The flute stopped abruptly, and his expression stiffened, it was the same student who was reading "Abnormal Psychology" in the library today, but his hairstyle was retro.

"Lady-no-girl-no-beauty, beauty," he had read before, was not enough to deal with the sudden greeting at this moment. "You're a fox demon?"

"No, it should be—" Lin Shuang's mind was undecided, thoughtful. "Flower Fairy."

"He Huaye?"

"It's not the lotus, it's the lily behind you." She looked at the lily in her dream, but there was no trace of her. He wanted to turn back, she added, "At the top of the mountain." ”

He paused. "So I'm not going to die here!"

"What do you say?" Lin Shuang was relieved, and even paddled the water waves, enjoying the cool stream embrace.

"I have calculated a hexagram for myself, and there will be a catastrophe today!" Scholars are serious.

"Hey, Peach Blossom Tribulation!" She couldn't help but laugh.

"If it's a fox demon, I'm afraid it will be like this."

"The legendary fox demons all favor scholars, how can they do harm." The stream was crystal clear, and Lin Shuang couldn't help but stir his palms, intoxicated by the graceful ketone body that he had conjured for the first time.

"That's just a legend, and it's against the will of heaven to hook up across the line." He was determined.

"Maybe there will be a solution." Lin Shuang was thoughtful, he was crossing the line at the moment. This cold window for ten years, read countless brush manuscripts, really stereotyped! "At this moment, official, should you untie your clothes?"

"Woohoo, don't look at indecent things!" He covered his forehead with his hands and turned his face to bow his head, just like a generation of monks in the Tang Dynasty, when he was molested by demons. "Lily Fairy, please respect yourself."

"I want your clothes." She didn't know why traveling through time and space led to nakedness, and asked again, "Do you have to marry me in this case?" ”

"Don't look at indecency, don't look at indecency." He kept his head twisted, delivering the old coarse cloth into the water behind him.

She hibiscus came out of the water, stretching out her slender and white hand......

Bang! Boulder tumbling......

The scene turned into a deep pain in my heart.

Lin Shuang woke up, just Nan Ke had a dream, why did he burst into tears.

Lin Shuang loves history, especially wild history, because the information brought by wild history is of great value. What kind of accidents in which era, what kind of antiques or treasures were lost where, which princes and princes will have the scale of the tomb and the records of the burial goods, are also found from time to time.

But Lin Shuang has obviously lost his mind as a plaything, and his addiction to history, or wild history, strictly speaking, is an addiction to antiques, which can no longer be added. To what extent does the historical imprint depicted on the side of the antique fascinate her? The Twin Darts Investment Group, which she privately controls, although it is located in all provinces of the country and has branches abroad, uses almost all of its assets for collection, and has very little money for its activities.

Except for things related to history, none of them could arouse Lin Shuang's interest, including the affairs of young men and women. The love stories she has come into contact with are just from chatting about different things. Talking about strange things is also a part of wild history, and in addition to the absurd elements, the story is so real in the trend of history!

Lin Shuang doesn't like to dream, and rarely dreams, so he attaches great importance to last night's dream, trying to understand its meaning.

What's the point, isn't it just thinking about it day and dreaming at night, and I met a boy who read "Abnormal Psychology" during the day, he doesn't change his mind, and his psychology is fine, how can he read such a partial book?

It was his absurdity that mixed into his memories of Liaozhai Zhiwei and became a jade-faced scholar who was robbed in his dream.

However, there was a certain heart-warming feeling that she wanted to meet him. Forget it, where to find it? We'll meet again.