[fanxing] actor

The storyteller yelled, took Xingmu away, drank the cup of tea lightly, raised his eyes, and sighed: "How many people understand the love of an actor, but he is ruthless but merciless."

Some of the people who listened to the story were moved by the story and secretly wiped away their tears, while some just shook their heads helplessly and said: Good luck makes people fool.

I sat in the corner and watched the storyteller close his fan, and said slowly: "Overlooking from the pavilion, a few bustling and intoxicating scenes, watching the way back with tears in my eyes, is another long-distance song, autumn goes and spring returns, what day Is it the return date?"

The storyteller shook his head helplessly, and with the audience, he said: "The life and death of a person is only a moment for decades, and he can live for eighteen years, and he will never return to him. However, these two people are too deeply involved in the drama, and their love is deep and their relationship is shallow. Finally, I am a traveler from the end of the world, lamentable, sad!"

The storyteller closed his fan, Xingmu closed it, and started another story again.

I sipped the rest of the warm tea, paid for it, and got up to leave.

The sun is shining, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and the story is tossed in my heart. Is it a good taste? After 18 years of crazy waiting, is it all in vain?

No, he went with him, this world does not allow it, I only hope that by the river of Wangchuan, on the bridge of Naihe, the infatuated people will meet again.

Suddenly, on the attic in the distance, an opera singer sang lightly.

It's all about the passing of time and the deep love.

Under the blue sky of Huangquan, beside the Wangchuan River, he stood on the Naihe Bridge in a military posture. He was tall and straight, with a smile on his face, looking up at the sky.

A white light appeared from the sky for a moment, and slowly expanded, he smiled and stretched out his hands to receive it.

I saw a man in long robes swirling down from the vortex, and happened to land in the man's arms. The man scratched the bridge of the nose of the man in his arms with his hook, and said softly: "So you don't want to part with me?"

The person in his arms caressed the face he had missed for a long time, his eyes were like rippling autumn water, and he smiled slightly: "I'm going crazy thinking about it."

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