Damn it, what on earth. I went with Li Mou to find out the cause and effect, but ended up being dragged to watch a three-day opera. So many strange stories, such as gods infatuated with demons, or monks falling in love with foxes, and even tree spirits causing trouble in the mortal world. My favorite is the one about the vengeful rose, but unfortunately the actors on stage are not beautiful enough, and I always have a vague shadow in my heart, as if they were not born of this world. After watching the opera for a long time, I feel a bit disoriented.
It's the Lantern Festival. "What should we eat, Li Mou?" I keep telling myself, building myself up mentally, Li Mou is Leopard, Leopard is Li Mou, I shouldn't think about Mo Zhusheng, even though he has the face of a bamboo spirit.
"Mu Yun, have you thought about it?" He looked at me, and eight tokens were neatly placed there.
The fleeting clouds and smoke carry many debts of love, every past encounter is vividly visible.
The first meeting at the peony flower gathering at Great Mercy Temple, amidst the bustling glazed tiles, Lao Han Pancake had long disappeared underground, Nong Yue leapt off the cliff, and Li Zhu ascended the throne.
Next is the Green River South sampan, Dong Jiao and Spring Festival are interdependent, lactose is really sweet and cold.
Then, the penniless Jiang Wuxing met the big boss Jiang Gu, Huaye lost Xieyue, Li Che understood glistening. A bowl of Mung Bean Smoothie, is it really that bad?
Next, Fan Le injured the fox, Li Jian gathered the soul of the bright moon, and the lustrous pearl of Great Qin shone brightly.
Following that, Li Lang cowered and coaxed Biyue as a Princess, whether it's Yunlin Goose or the moon above the peach tree, a person alone can never obtain it.
Once again, Li Su's every possible means, Swimming Moon's imminent blow, and the mysterious and unpredictable fragrance of the Lotus Flower were all at play. Then, the resolute and beautiful waste wild cherry, Lai Shang, was associated with the upright and unyielding moss rice flower, and only Yin Luo recognized that it was Xiang Buchu.
...What about us, Li Mou? Panyue?
"Mu Yun, we... go round and round. You reject me, and you laugh at how I pursue an elusive love. But all I pursue is you. You must find it amusing again. Again and again, only at this moment of clarity, I don't remember how difficult the process is. This is truly the last time, I have no other way.
We... go round and round, I haven't changed, and neither have you." Spring tree cries beautifully, he looks so plain, but when he cries, he becomes ten times more beautiful. I am very calm, enjoying this expected confession of love. Spring tree Mu Yun, Spring tree Mu Yun, his eyes are always on me, his love is forever connected to me.
I, I don't understand anything about eyes, or love, do I? I'm not the one who selfishly closes myself off in a world that only belongs to us, forever pristine, forever bringing tears to people's eyes.
"I can't promise you, you're really funny, Spring tree." Yes, have you ever thought about why, why we are trapped - the people in the story, forever acting out the joys and sorrows of outsiders.
"The last time, take a look at yourself, what should you really love? Your shallow and childish love can be cast aside, only your own existence is the ultimate truth." I taught him, I guided him, I was cold to him, I...
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