These things lie there quietly with the breath of long time.
It seems to be telling a story. A story that is both tragic and warm...
She picked up a bamboo horse and seemed to remember that the bamboo horse was made for herself by the high priest Xuanyuan.
In a trance, I seemed to see another version of myself tightly grasping the hem of High Priest Xuanyuan's clothes: "High Priest, please do it for me, you have the most skillful hands..."
The little girl has a delicate voice and a childishness that never fades.[
The priest in black scraped her nose helplessly, and went to chop the wooden horse for her in his spare time...
Long Fuyue held the wooden horse in her arms. Thinking of the scene in her dream, her heart slowly became entangled: "Ye Li, Ye Li, after all, I am sorry for you..."
Suddenly, a long sigh came from deep in the bamboo building.
Long Fuyue froze and jumped up suddenly: "Who?! Who is where?"
No one answered, there was only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo tower.
"Who is pretending to be a ghost? Get out!" Long Fuyue shouted.
Still no one answered.
Long Fuyue gritted her teeth and ran in the direction of the sound just now.
There is no one, there is still no one.
She was the only one in the whole bamboo house whose footsteps creaked, as if she was singing an ancient song.
"Bang!" She pushed open the last bamboo door. This room was larger than an ordinary room.
There are some dried animal skins hanging inside, and there is a white tiger skin on the chair...
The years seem to have frozen here, everything remains the same, but the people are no longer there.
There is a piece of kraft paper on the ancient primitive table. The paper is densely packed with some words written on it.
Long Fuyue's heart moved, and she picked up the piece of paper and took a look.
The characters above were completely different from the Chinese characters she knew, but inexplicably, she actually recognized these characters she had never seen before.
She read the letter from beginning to end and couldn't help but be stunned.
That letter was actually written to her, Feng Luoer's descendants.