Since drinking and chatting with Tang Sanniang in Hongfu Restaurant, Wang Yun's heart has suddenly become much easier. Since leaving Yangzhou and entering Shu, his body and mind have been like a bow with a string taut every day, tired and brittle.

I'm afraid that one day it will be broken. In the days of the White Emperor City, he was used to it, climbing the highest peak of the White Emperor City to see the rolling river under his feet, looking back at the peach blossom source not far away, and the nearby peach forest.

He knew that he was waiting for Tang Sanniang to appear. There are too few people to talk about in life. There are too few people who can read each other without a few words, even if both sides are silent.

He is an introvert and rarely speaks.

"The Wild Goose Sings in the Sky" He is my friend is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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