The past is like a nearly completed oil painting, with a young man with a strange face holding a brush and applying thick paint on the canvas. It is like a dream, but he can never wake up.
Since he couldn't wake up, how about just sleeping like this? The man smiled and asked him, "Do you allow me to compare you to summer?"
Lixia suddenly opened his eyes. He lay flat on the green field, and the rich green that he saw almost overwhelmed him. The sky was azure blue, and large patches of white clouds filled the distant horizon.
The little red house was built on the endless green land. A cat-eared girl in a red cloak and carrying a basket of flowers stopped briefly beside him.
"Hello." She raised her head and wiggled her cat ears, as if she was greeting him happily.
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