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The blank of the first day flashed past.

The wood looked out the window at the peach blossoms blooming and withering, adjusting and opening.

I was five years old, and Zorn was seven, and together we ran out of the orphanage gate to see the daisies in full bloom in the sun.

Xuan, looking at her diary piece of words, smiled, did not say anything, but the heart is very painful.

Shu Luo stroked his harp, the rosary fragrance wafting from his hand, but it was gradually withering …

The next day, his wounds ruptured.

The wood sits under the plum tree, sleeping by the tree, thin as a bleached flower in the air.

Opening his diary, he wrote a few lines: "I am five years old, and Zorn is seven. They all say that I was born a demon, and if I were a demon, would you be with me? Will you despise me? Will you leave me? "

I said, "Even if you are a demon, I will still be with you!"

Xuan, quietly sit in the moonlight, wash a body crescent white clear cold, but the heart is full of holes.

Shulo placed the harp in its case, and the rosemary on the bookcase was lost in the wind...

The night before the engagement ceremony.

Wood sat among the cherry blossoms, and finally wrote a few lines. I was five years old, and Zorn was seven, and he said that wherever I was, he would snatch me back from the cycle of reincarnation forever. If I like the people, but also like me, then even if it is to climb the mountains, wade the water, go to the sword, go down to the sea of fire; we must work hard together! Even if they were going to die, they had to stay together!

Dazzling arrived at the golden color. In the pile of fine sand, he grabbed a handful of fine sand and grasped it sorrowfully as he watched the quicksand escape between his fingers, drop by drop. Falling... Sighing, they slowly let go of Eternal Samsara. Would they also work hard to stay together? Even if you die … Right?

Xuan, he decided to let go of this chance to live.

Shu Luo looked at the Heavenly Zither Conclave in the sky and softly said, "Hua Mu, what is your final choice?"

Within three days, the storm had been brewing. It was still peaceful, but within the calmness, a storm was brewing.

Tonight, there was no moon that was cold, no words to comfort it, no words to respond to.

Deep into the night, the wind at the pier was chilly.

"Woodcarver, did you and Zorn get to know each other when you were young?"

Xuan looked at the wooden log, his eyes flashing with an eerie light as faint tears began to flow from them.

"Yes. Xuan, Actually, I have known Zuo En since we were young. I met him at the orphanage when I was five. We like the golden color. Colored daisies, you know? In fact, planting a flower was very difficult, only after personally trying it would one understand. "As for the daisies that Zuo En had planted for thirteen years, they were really difficult, really difficult, really difficult. It would be even more difficult if they could continue growing them …"

"Wood, I know, because I have planted flowers before, I understand that feeling."

Xuan thought of those black and white roses. His heart ached so much that he couldn't scream, so he quickly changed the subject and said, "Go, as long as you are happy." But don't forget, you have another choice. I'll wait for you to come back … When you make the real choice! You don't have to worry about the family matters, I will take care of it. And this is for you. "

He solemnly removed the silver diamond clasp from his ear and handed it to her along with an improvised slip of paper.

The diamond glittered for ever; the paper was soft and the ink was thick.

Xuan hugged her tightly: "Remember, no matter where you are, I will always protect you! Just like the stars in the night sky! "

Wood, spread out the paper, looked at the note only two lines in the line, "Flower" as if intentional, came to "flow" flowers, flowers, wood; flow, flowing river.

"Thank you, Xuan."

Mu Mu looked at the diamond in his hand and sighed with emotion. The diamond's beautiful radiance was like a drop of hopeless and sparkling tears, sparkling …

Of course, he understood the meaning of this poem. Thus, with his nose red, he dried his tears, nodded his head, bid farewell to Xuan, and bravely ran towards the distant night mist … Run resolutely...