The evening wind blew slowly, and on the dark blue sky, the shining stars kept blinking, and the fragrance of the flowers and plants in the yard mixed with the wind and blew into my nose.
She walked slowly and in a crooked way, without any sense of direction. She didn't know where she had walked. In fact, the yard was not small at all. There were many places she had not been to yet. She was in the place where she was now.
A place is a place she has never been to.
Faintly, there seemed to be waves of music coming from the piano. Wanwan stopped, tilted his head, and listened carefully.
The sound of the piano is melodious and melodious, but there is a deep sadness in it.
In this sadness, there seems to be a deep longing. The sound of the piano is fast and full. Sometimes it is like water sliding down the mountain. When it is full, it is like falling stars flying in the sky. The moonlight is tainted with a layer of moisture by the night, hazy.
The moonlight was filled with mist, and the scene in front of me seemed to be in a dream, becoming unreal.
Wanwan walked forward step by step, looking for the sound of the piano. After walking for a while, he stopped.
She raised her head and looked at the plaque above her head, which read the three characters Penglai Pavilion.
The sound of the piano came from Penglai Pavilion.
Wanwan walked into the Penglai Pavilion softly. The moonlight was like a veil wrapped around her body. As soon as she walked into the Penglai Pavilion, she saw large tracts of lotus flowers.
This is a quite large lake, filled with lotus flowers in full bloom.
There is a small pavilion in the middle of the lake, with several lanterns hanging in the pavilion.
There was a person with his back to her, dressed in snow-white clothes, with dark hair spread behind his head, like a piece of fine silk and satin, the color was so bright that people couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.
The wind blew gently, and his broad sleeves spread out to both sides of his body like a roc spreading its wings.
Wanwan stood by the lake in a daze, looking motionless at the man sitting in the pavilion.
There is something otherworldly about this back view. Although I haven't seen the front yet, if a man can have such a beautiful back view that makes people daydream about him, he will definitely be a stunningly handsome man.
Who could this person be?
Looking at the back, it seems a little familiar. Could it be that perverted and violent man from Nanfeng Lixue?
Well... look at the back and the black hair, they look more and more alike.