In a clear stream, Wang Feng lay half-naked in the shallow water, his skin red and peeling from the sun. Forgetting the landscape, the stones in the water are smooth and tender, Wang Feng carefully floated to a place where he could lie down and sleep in the stream without worry.

The stream flows down from above, and the clear rush on Wang Feng's body, accompanied by the wind, Wang Feng's body and mind feel comfortable, and the taste of refreshing his heart is forgotten in rest.

Still gently looking at the music emperor Tianjiaolong in the potted flowers, his mind returned to a certain period of time in the future, looking at the white-haired starry goddess Luo Xiaoyun, who gradually disappeared into life.

"People are like flowers, flowers are like people", the music emperor who shook his head, his eyes turned cold, and he rose to the sky, "Ling Du comes, Ling Du goes, Ling Du lives!"

When the king of Lingdu returned, he dissipated his consciousness, returned to heaven and earth, and returned to nothingness.

Wang Feng, who was in his sleep, seemed to hear "Azure elegant, a little consciousness, the same feather is like rain, and he is returned to the hidden world, a song "Song of Forgetting the World", and the beauty of the mutilation is the end. ”

The sun is still there, but westerly. A trace of sadness escaped into Wang Feng's heart and was swallowed, Wang Feng opened his eyes, and a crooked sound drifted in his heart.

Take your long hair as my piano string, gently caress and pluck it over and over again, take the starry sky as a stage, treat heaven and earth as an audience, treat loneliness as a score, and treat loneliness as a song, "forever". (To be continued......)