This book is going to be on the shelves on the 23rd, that is, today, and I have to say that it is really an outrageous thing, and the degree of bizarre can be classified as fantasy.

Of course, this is thanks to our dear readers, the "sense of being read" has sustained this book until now, whether it is "the second place to read the latest chapter", or receiving a valuable comment. It's very inspiring and lifts the spirits when you're sleepy.

At the same time, I would like to solemnly thank the author of "Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of Chivalry and Rhino" for his friendly recommendation and highly recommend his works. With excellent language skills and extremely serious research and polishing spirit, he has done a good job in the localization of Luo-style style, and has nearly one million words to read.

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So, as a special day, I would like to invite my dear readers to the trail where I often walk.

Since I was a child, I liked to come here in the evening, walking and chatting along the banks of the river, and under the dam there are abundant aquatic plants in the shallow waters, mostly coated with stirred mud and sand, and the fishy smell can be very strong during the dry season. There are also times when there is nothing to talk about, and then I will look at the river.

The smoke of the vast river.

For a child, it is indeed vast, so wide that it takes a long time to walk across a narrow bridge across the river, and the clouds in the sky can be reflected on the rippling and floating water.

Since the time of the walk is in the evening, it is common to see their color change, from white with gold inlaid red edges to patches of red light like a fire; Booming and waning, it turns to blue-black tones, and finally merges with the night.

Their reflections undergo a similar transition, with the brightness at a point from light to dark to discerning the general shape.

At the same time, because the river flows, it is endowed with a slight sense of movement, which is more interesting than what it looks like in the sky.

Long, flocculent, and patchy, the more imaginative and childish minds will abstract these reflections into various things that adults can't think of, such as big fish, mountains in the sky, centipedes across the sky, smiling human faces, and giant palms folded.

It doesn't take a long time, a few minutes between the night and the red light goes out, and soon it will be completely dark, leaving only the shallow water where the old landscape lights on the embankment illuminate the shallow water, where weeds and sediment are mixed.

I like the reflection in the water and not much in the sky, but one time it was different.

It was a shadow like no other, the size of the other clouds, the image of something that had never been seen before, rippling and wrinkling in the water.

I wasted the whole best time on it, and before I could imagine the ontological image, I looked up. Swarms of clouds disappeared in the night sky, and in the last few seconds they searched for an approximate location based on experience, but found no correspondence.

Then the twilight converged, and the moonless sky could no longer see the clouds. I still can't tell if it's been too short to see the cloud, and I haven't had the opportunity to see a similar reflection a second time.

In hindsight, I received some inspiration from it, and I can't forget it, and I want to reproduce that subtle feeling.

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Note: All acknowledgments are purely fictitious.