dream soul thousands of miles

"That child, please." What condensed on the girl's lips was a contented smile, so holy that people couldn't bear to touch it.In his dreams, he always saw a person covered in blood.His face was unclear, and he was dressed in white, stained with blood.Black hair curled up, covering half of his face.Yan Yuan walked into a forest, and the branches were covered with snow, extending far to the end.This scene was somewhat familiar, when turning a corner and looking forward, Yan Yuan didn't move.On both sides of the path, the branches covered with snow.It is full of butterfly lanterns.Counting all the way down, there are exactly 24 lamps, reflecting the beautiful moonlight.The cold snowflakes seem to have warmed up. I reached out to touch them, but I heard a sigh from behind.Yan Yuan turned his head slowly, and saw a person standing under the tree holding a butterfly lantern. The person was dressed in white, his face was hidden in the shadow, so he couldn't see clearly.In the smoky bushes for ten miles, worn-out hydrangeas hang on the bare branches, scattered and swaying leisurely with the wind.In the distance, shrouded in smog, a man dressed in white waded across the water, as bright as the shadow of the moon.It turned out to be a young man in white clothes, holding a butterfly lantern, cruising in the smoke.On the distant old tree, the cold pink ribbon on the dead branch is floating in the wind. I don’t know whose family’s spring boudoir dreamed that the person tied the ribbon and asked the departing person to return early; Under the disc of the full moon is the eternal pursuit.The ancient sleeping animal stone beside it guards this piece of silent desolation.Depressed... It was in this haze that Yan Yuan saw that floating figure.The piece of words floated in my heart.The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless silk rain is as fine as sorrow.This is the second time he saw this person.Content tags: ┃ Search keywords: Protagonist: ┃ Supporting role: