The setting sun at dusk illuminated the spring grass everywhere.
Fangfei sat on a high stone bench and looked at the huge palm tree opposite. There were already buds on the tree. In a few days, it would be full of small yellow flowers, which also heralded the arrival of the carnival in the North. Whenever the palm trees bloom
During the Spring Festival season, the whole country in the North has a seven-day holiday, and the high priest will hold a grand sacrifice to pray for good weather this year.
In other words, the high priest will be back soon.
She didn't know why the high priest had been away for so long this time. He had never been out for such a long time before. However, there was no doubt that he would come back during the Carnival.
She bit her lip slightly, thinking of that strange prince. Has he left? Is he still wandering around here? She suddenly felt urgent, wanting to talk to someone, wanting to talk to him. She hasn't spoken to any man in these years.
.
Her mind became disturbed for no reason. She stood up and shook her head, trying to shake off these weird and scary thoughts.
In front of her was a large garden with countless flowers in full bloom. She walked slowly over, and the girl's footsteps were filled with an unspeakable heaviness. All beauty is short-lived;
Belongs to oneself.
In the distant jungle, a person stopped and could only see that figure, the figure in white gauze. The girl's long black hair rippled in the breeze, and the gauze skirt also swayed gently in the breeze.
Who is it? Who has such a beautiful figure?
He was a little suffocated and didn't dare to continue walking down. He just stared at the back blankly.
A thrush's call was so clear and sweet. He suddenly remembered the divine song he heard his little sister sing when he was a child:
May the road she walks be dotted with green lotus ponds
May the thick shade of the big tree cover this scorching sun
May the smell of dust on the road be tempered by lotus pollen
May the breeze gently chase her, may she have a good journey
…
The young lady's singing slowly faded away.
But, she, who is she?
His footsteps were as firmly fixed as his eyes. It was just a back view, even just a back view, which made people crazy. He didn't even want her to turn around. Really, he didn't need to see her face.