The wind blew the skirt of her skirt, and she looked around, only her lonely back, long and lonely, like a ghost under the moonlight.
For a long time, the whole world was only deserted.
Maybe Luo Jia has never appeared in this world at all.
She squatted quietly on the ground and lit three incense sticks.
It's a legend I heard from the Southern Dynasties. When the moon reaches the sky, if you let the lingering cigarette smoke penetrate into the clouds, you will see an illusion - the person you want to see will appear.
The smell of incense spreads.
Three clusters of flames flickered in the night.
She raised her head and stared at the crescent moon, but until her eyes were dazzled, only the clouds in the sky moved away, and even the clouds that looked slightly like human figures never appeared.
She was disappointed and tired, and rubbed her eyes.
My legs were also numb, so I simply sat on the ground, leaning against the stone monument, and looking at the sky. I was really tired, but today was different from the past, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
The night dew was so deep and the mountain wind blowing in the air was already chilling.
"Your Majesty, I'll come to see you tomorrow night! Oh, forget it, I won't come to see you anymore. I'll never come to see you again. I'm bored... If you don't come out, I'll be bored... From now on, I'll be bored...
I won’t ignore you either…”
She was talking to herself, grinning, and she didn't know whether she was threatening Luo Jia or herself.
The tombstone was so cold that it almost soaked into her bones.
Under the moonlight, a person comes slowly.
His steps were so light, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleep of those in front of him.
A wild flower stood under the moonlight. Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound, the flower bone split open, and its bright and crystal face poked out.
He was surprised to see the flowers blooming at his feet. It was a wild flower the size of a child's fist, blooming densely, complex and beautiful.
He quietly stretched out his hand, folded off the flower, and held it in his hand. A faint fragrance, quietly, echoed in his nose on such a night.