The weather was very bright. The town, which had rained last night, was moist and warm with comfort.

It was early summer, a rainy morning, fresh with indescribable vitality and gentleness.

On the green grass, there are crystal dew drops, shining and shining in the sun, like stars.

The grass under the sacred tree at the west end of the town was green and damp. On the damp grass, a woman wearing a strange blue dress was lying on the grass.

The girl's snow-white feet, in the grass, are as holy and beautiful as snow.

She was originally wearing shoes. The priests in the Snow Pavilion have their own special shoes. It's a pity that after last night's heavy rainstorm, the horror of climbing through the barren mountains, and the strange shouting and eating here, she still walked such a long way - I don't know why, I didn't see one of the two shoes.

Snow-white feet, with a little pink toe, like the palm of a newborn baby.

After a while, a group of frolicking children suddenly came under the tree, chirping, and came to the tree happily.

There are bold children, running over and pulling the corners of their blue clothes. There are even more hairy children who are not afraid of heaven and earth, and use their fingers to tickle the snow-white foot that is exposed.

The leather children first carefully pulled and scratched, and when they saw that the person lying on the grass did not react, they became even bolder.

Some children ran and pulled the hair of the blue-robed woman. The woman lying on the grass was still unmoving.

The children chattered for a while, and suddenly a child screamed.

"It's not going to be a dead man, is it?"

This sentence is like a sharp pebble thrown into the calm middle of the lake.

The children, who were pulling and pulling, immediately withdrew their hands when they heard the sound.

Everyone cautiously distanced themselves from the blue woman.

The woman's feet were so white! whiter than the white tofu cubes in the town, whiter than soy milk, whiter than the white steaming buns.

The little ones stood not far from the tree, chattering and making noise. No one can say why.

Finally, a man who could be called a child's head shouted, "Let's go tell the adults!"

For a moment, the children all nodded in agreement.

The children who came here like the wind left like the wind.

Lying under the big tree, the woman in blue on the green grass looked calm, her eyes were closed, and she didn't move.

The noise of the children was soon known to the adults. Everyone expressed disbelief, and a dead man lay under the big tree.

The adults immediately made a decision, found the only doctor in the town, and came to the big tree together.

The woman under the big tree looked peaceful. The pale face, beautiful and holy, makes people's hearts become ethereal.

"Wow!

I don't know who shouted.

Everyone felt that this was the fairy of the Nine Heavens who had strayed into this town.

The doctor sniffed and felt a little angry. He touched his long, white beard, and said in an unfathomable tone: "The immortals are sleeping here!"

Everyone was relieved when they heard this. The adults took local materials, cut down nearby bamboo, and circled the bamboo around the woman.

After doing this, the adults rushed back to their homes against the rising sun. The first thing he did when he returned home was to order the children in his house not to disturb the immortals under the big tree.

Without anyone bothering her, the woman seemed to sleep more soundly.

The boundless darkness and the boundless tide are enveloped in tens of millions of powers.

I felt my body become lighter, like a swimming fish, swimming and swimming.

The sound of the wind and the rain is loud and far away. A distant voice, like from another shore.

"Feather Fantasy, will you regret it?"

"No, it won't. ”

............

The sound of the wind and the rain were left behind. These two sentences without a beginning and an end appear repeatedly in her unclear sea of knowledge.

There was an invisible hand, in the darkness, that grabbed her throat.

"Feather Fantasy, will you regret it?"

"I won't!"

............

It's like a spell, over and over again. The sea of knowledge, which is not very clear, has been turned upside down.

Consciousness, as if in the darkness, was withdrawn by a pair of dark hands.

Stumbling like a lost child.

Heaven and earth became very wide and endless.

The sound of wind and rain has become the background. No wind, no rain.

It was surprisingly quiet. In the quiet, there is a warm and bright sunshine.

Where is this?

A fountain that sparkles in the sun. In front of the fountain, there seemed to be a man standing. The rose-colored dress has a brightness and flutter like the sun.

Ting Lan immediately stepped forward. The rose-colored dress left only a rose-colored corner. The sparkling fountain, suddenly, vanished.

In front of me, a cluster of blooming begonia flowers suddenly appeared.

The bright begonia flowers are a little brighter than the warm sunshine.

It's beautiful!

Strange, how do you feel, this bush of begonia flowers, a little inexplicably familiar?

I can't think of when, I've seen this bush of flowers.

"Feather Fantasy, will you regret it?"

"No, it won't.

............

The voice reappeared.

It felt like my brain was a mess. It hurts, it hurts.

In the midst of pain, he fell asleep.

In front of him, a hazy shadow appeared, and the shadow seemed to speak.

"Feather Fantasy, will you regret it?"

"No, it won't.

............

The voice, the cycle repeatedly, and the chaotic sea of knowledge finally capsized at this moment.

She saw it, she saw it, she saw it!

The woman dressed in red jumped up from the high platform and resolutely jumped into a lifeless pool!

The red shirt was full of blood and tears. Because of the dark color, it is all masked.

Then the world went dark.

There is darkness as far as the eye can see.

This darkness goes straight to the deepest part of the human heart.

Is it fear, nostalgia, or hesitation?

Nothing.

Countless mysteries, like butterflies, dance in the dark night sky.

"Feather Fantasy, will you regret it?"

"No, it won't.

............

The spell-like voice reminded me again. There was no warning.

Under the big tree, the woman lying on the green grass was still sleeping.

The sun in the town is already in the west.

A well-wisher, in his own home, moved a brand new quilt and put it on the woman's thin body.

No one noticed that unlike Enron's demeanor before, the beautiful woman was already frowning.

The delicate Emei, at this moment, has become two caterpillars.

It's ugly, it's terrible, there's no way to describe it.