The Weaver Girl, Lin Shuang (the heroine), returned to the dormitory, called her mother, and asked each other about her well-being.

Wash and take a shower.

The soil and water in the south make her already fair skin more delicate. The local habit of taking showers every day made her enjoy it. She was exposed to her own bleachable tender skin and had a lot of imagination.

Sleeping. Dreaming...

The peaks are filled with smoke, the streams are gurgling by the winding paths at the foot of the mountain, and the occasional slow bird singing from the deep valley, mixing into the ever-ending spring water.

A jade-faced scholar with a heavy bookcase on his back was staggering on the uneven winding path.

The heavy weight on the body should not be borne by the book boy? It is obvious that not all scholars are equipped with book boys.

On the huge rock by the stream, the jade-faced scholar took off his bag and sat cross-legged. A wild lily behind him was particularly eye-catching.

The melodious sound of the flute surrounds the beam for three days. The breeze lifts the scholar's long hair, and at the same time it also lifts a wisp of blue smoke among the lily stamens behind him. The rhythm is fluctuating, and the blue smoke dances!

"Mom, the gods are here!" Lin Shuang murmured in a dream.

The blue smoke drifted to the water and melted into the water!

"How could I be here!" Lin Shuang woke up and found himself soaked in the water. Oh my God! She was naked and bathed in the streams in this valley. She was not such an unrestrained woman! Ancient women were so tactful in the wilderness, but they were in harmony with nature.

She looked back.

He was on the boulder on the shore.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and his expression was stiff. It was the classmate who read "Abnormal Psychology" in the library today, but his hairstyle was retro.

"Miss—No—Girl—No—Beauty, Beauty," the one he read before was not enough to deal with the sudden greeting at this moment. "Are you a fox demon?"

"No, it should be--" Lin Shuang's soul was still settled, thinking. "Flower Fairy."

"Why are you?"

"It's not the lotus, it's the lily behind you." She looked at the lily in her dream, but found no trace. He wanted to turn around, and she added: "On the top of the mountain."

He paused. "I won't die here if I say so!"

"What do you mean?" Lin Shuang was relieved and even waved the water, enjoying the cool stream.

"I have calculated a divination for myself, and there will be a disaster today!" The scholar was serious.

"Hehe, peach blossom disaster!" She couldn't help laughing.

"If it were a fox demon, I'm afraid this would be the case."

"The legendary fox demons all like scholars, how could they harm them?" The stream was clear and Lin Shuang couldn't help but stir up his palms, and was intoxicated by the granite body that had been transformed for the first time.

"That's just a legend. The hookup that crosses the line is against the will of heaven." He was very determined.

"Maybe there will be a solution." Lin Shuang felt thoughtful. At this moment, he was crossing the line. This guy has read countless handwritten brushes for ten years, and it was indeed rigid! "At this moment, official, should you, untied your clothes?"

"Ah, don't look at it if you are not accustomed!" He covered his forehead with his hands, turned his face and bowed his head, just like a generation of monks in the Tang Dynasty who were teased by demons. "Fairy Lily, please respect yourself."

"I want the clothes on you." She didn't know why traveling through time and space caused her to be naked, and asked again: "Do you have to marry me in this situation?"

"Don't look at what is right, don't look at what is right." He kept his twisted head and delivered the old coarse cloth to the water behind him.

Her lotus comes out of the water, stretching out her slender and white hands...

Boom! The rock rolls...

The scene turned into a deep inner pain.

Lin Shuang woke up in shock, and just Nan Ke dreamed, why was shed tears?

Lin Shuang loves history, especially unofficial history, because the information brought by unofficial history is of great value. There are also many unexpected events in which era, what kind of antiques or treasures were lost, and which king, prince, general, and the scale of the tombs and records of burial objects are also discovered from time to time.

But Lin Shuang has obviously lost her ambitions and is addicted to history or unofficial history, strictly speaking, it is addicted to antiques. How fascinated is she? Although the Gemini Escort Investment Group she privately controls, although it is spread all over the country and has branches abroad, almost all its assets are used for collection and has very little activity funds.

Except for things related to history, Lin Shuang cannot attract Lin Shuang's interest, including the men and women of teenagers. The love stories she has come into contact with only come from the Stories from a Chinese Studio. Stories from a Chinese Studio are also part of unofficial history. Eliminating the absurd elements in it, the story is so real in the trend of history!

Lin Shuang doesn't like to dream and rarely dreams, so he pays special attention to the dream last night, trying to understand its significance.

What's the point? Isn't it just that I think about it every day and dream about it at night? During the day, I met a boy who read "Perverted Psychology". He is not perverted and has no psychological problems. How could he read such a biased book?

It was his absurdity that mixed in his memory of the strangeness of Stories from a Chinese Studio and turned into a jade-faced scholar who suffered a disaster in his dream.

However, a certain feeling of emotion seemed familiar, and she wanted to meet him. Forget it, where can I find it? I will always meet again if I have the chance.
Chapter completed!