Summary
The sun was just right that day, and Lu Jingci carried someone out to bask in the sun. The person was rarely in a good mood, and sang an unknown little song, although Lu Jingci did not understand what the tune was in the end.He watched the man sipping tea, squinted his eyes at the golden flowers everywhere under the autumn sun, and lamented the good season in the world.Lu Jingci responded, but the spear in his hand danced very well, and now his one-handed marksmanship has reached perfection, someone sighed, his complexion was as white as a ghost, even though he was a ghost in the first place.Looking at Lu Jingci's increasingly familiar face, someone couldn't help but lamented that good luck made people fool.Lu Jingci was chewing this line of poetry, and suddenly looked at someone's white face that seemed to be transparent, and suddenly felt uneasy and flustered, but only heard the person's voice whispered softly as if he was sighing: "Remember that it's cold and it's too cold. Put on more clothes, don't just rely on your internal strength and don't care. When you were healing in Bingquan that year, you blamed me for being careless and leaving hidden dangers...I didn't expect you didn't...lie to me, no wonder...remember...see you again, Xiaodouding ..." The porcelain cup fell to the ground and bloomed flowers, the warm tea was still lingering, and the golden color everywhere was crumbling in the sudden wind, just like Lu Jingci's expression.That year, in Osmanthus fragrans, he lost his world.Content tags: ┃ Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Jingci ┃ Supporting role:
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