Time seems to pass very slowly in the fantasy world. The sun rises and the moon sets, the moon disappears and the stars set. The same group of people are hawking on the street every day. However, in a blink of an eye, peony bloomed again, and the two celebrated two more New Years.
The monks have been in seclusion for unknown years, and it is extremely rare to have such a slow time that it seems like you can see the sun slanting down a little bit.
Adrian Wen remembered that the last time she lived like this was when she was very young. At that time, she often faced an empty island.
The school was peaceful. Zhou Yuan never came back to cause trouble. Even the hot-tempered Gao Changan gradually calmed down and fought less and less. Zhou Zhili, who was like a bean sprout at that time, pulled out his nails by three to five inches. The Dankou on the painting is bright and moving, and I still love Gao Chuyun as much as ever.
As for Qingfeng Laodao, who has never been idle, he sits in the main hall every day without stopping, with the cinnabar yellow paper in his hand never broken.
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