A trace of sand

The afterglow of the setting sun shines in through the wooden window and shines on the bronze mirror in front of it, reflecting the dazzling light and leaving dazzling marks on the roof.

It was a late autumn afternoon.Soon deep winter will come.

The layers of white cloth wrapped around his face had already been removed, and the cool wind blew by, giving his face a coolness that he hadn't felt for a long time.He sat on the bed numbly, showing no interest in his new face.

He didn't take the bronze mirror slowly until his legs and feet became numb from sitting.

What was reflected in the bronze mirror was an ordinary face, with small eyes that seemed to be hard to open, and thick single eyelids, which made him a little worried about whether his eyesight would be affected.

What reassures him is that no one can see the similarity between this man and Yan Qingyang, the handsome Tianyi teacher, in his current appearance.

Yan Qingyang back then... Yan Qingyang back then...

He laughed.Things have come to this... Can we go back to the past?

I once thought about using forget worry grass to forget the past, forget the man who made him love and hate, but I also know that with my own nature, if I forget the past, I will definitely try my best to remember it, and then I will remember what I have forgotten Things will only increase the trouble.

Changing your appearance now, although it doesn't help the matter, at least, you don't have to be around that man anymore, and you will never hear that man say again... "Aside from being good-looking, you are useless"...

He covered half of his face that didn't belong to him with his hands, and smiled lowly. The laughter was extremely shrill, and the crow on the treetop outside the window made a "quack", fluttered and flew up from the tree.

The past is like flowing water, suddenly coming to my heart...