But one day a man stood beside me and woke me up from my deep sleep.

He said Wutong, do you still remember me?

I don’t remember him. In fact, I have forgotten many people and things. Leaf by leaf, leaf by leaf, I am the only one standing on the bank of the dry Huaijiang River, covered with woody fragrance, season after season.

He said, I am that little dragon, I am back...

The Dragon God of Huaijiang River is a distant dream to me, just like her smile and the woman's sad cry.

It turns out I still remember it, I can still remember it.

Feng Yin's blurred and erratic eyes, the fire all over her body, she looked up to the sky and hissed, the spirit dispersed, and her life was gone.

She said, Yingzhao, why, why don't you blame me? It's my fault, my fault!

I naively thought that marrying him would really save you, but I never thought, never thought...

According to Bi, my brother, I curse you in the fire, curse myself, eternal life, eternal life, never love each other, otherwise...

There is a rainbow between the five-color exquisite flowers and the morning mist, and the seven-color light flows.

The young boy from the dragon tribe gradually went away, and I looked at his back with blurred tears. But I am just a tree, an old tree that has gone through too much.

Until one day, someone said in my ear: The Book of Songs says: A fair lady plays the harp and the harp.

So I bid farewell to the thousand-year soil and started another gentle time.

Using tung trees as my harp, the music is pure and beautiful. I wander endlessly in the moonlight of thousands of years, letting the fragrance spread on the road as cool as water at night.

Yes, I became a harp, a Jiaowei harp.

I am a harp, a burnt-tailed harp, with mottled flames from my past life on my body.

When the piano sounds, the wind blows and the water flows, and the sound is my longing for her.

Over the course of thousands of years, I have passed through the hands of others. No matter whether we were gatherings with gentle drinks, or feasting with wine, her graceful figure was no longer there.

So I fell asleep again, the night was silent, and I returned to the loneliness that the phoenix tree should have. I listened to her singing softly in my memory: the phoenix tree gently swayed, the moonlit night was full of stars. The strings of the piano shook gently, shaking off a few young people...

I am a harp, a Jiaowei harp that has been sleeping for thousands of years.

I woke up again because the man plucked my string and it hurt. I stared at his clumsy fingers and listened to his constant pleading.

Uncle, just sell me, my wife is the person who knows the music of the piano best in the world!

So in the next few days, he took good care of me, far more than a man should be rough.

I looked carefully at his features, and I actually saw a resemblance to hers. Could it be that this is the person I have been waiting for for a thousand years?

I am a piano, a piano that has been searching for love for thousands of years.

The music flowed from her snow-white fingertips, and I was shocked to realize that this was my eternal destination.

It turns out that they have met each other a long time ago. It turns out that they have already fallen in love. Unable to suppress the joy in their hearts, the mottled scars on Qin's body also glowed faintly under the moon.

However, something was wrong. Why, their eyes lost the once-confident look in each other's eyes...

I am a piano, a lonely piano.

I sleep and I wake up. In the deep night, I still remember the quietly standing parasol trees in my dream, as well as their slumping posture as they fell to the ground.

Their branches stretch out into the wind, and their leaves rustle and fall. There is endless loneliness, just like me sleeping quietly in the wooden house at this moment.

I keep recalling and recalling the amazing glimpses I had with them.

That late night, he stroked her silky hair with his lonely smile.

So I couldn't tell who I loved, him or her.
Chapter completed!