All the troubles lurking deep in my heart were stirred up one by one.
He dreamed that the fair-skinned and well-behaved Wu Nan when he was a child would sit on the threshold of Yunfu Palace all day long, holding scriptures. He was a small ball, quietly reading things that he half understood. When he returned to Yunfu Palace, he would raise his head and obediently call him "Master".
He was his most obedient and sensible disciple, just like the green bamboos beside the Yunfu Palace, always gentle and polite, with a natural humility.
There was always a little girl following Wu Nan, who loved to cry since she was little. Even if her food was taken away, she would cry out of breath as if she had encountered the saddest thing in the world. But in the blink of an eye, she would follow her senior brother happily again.
He was his youngest and most pampered disciple, who had never suffered any hardship, just like the peach blossoms on the branches in April.
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