After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

Caressing, under the beating candlelight, the distinct strands of long hair are more and more vivid, as if they will come out of the painting at any time.

Patriarch Wutiao looked at it for a long time, sighed silently, the bitterness faded away, his back straightened, and he regained the calm and stable image of Patriarch in the past, "I always have nothing to do with you."

"No matter what happens, I will protect our children."

His gentle eyes fell on the woman's face, he stretched out his hand, carefully rolled up the scroll, tied the rope, got up with the scroll, walked to the front of the bookcase, opened one of the locked drawers, and carefully placed the scroll inside.

He stood in front of the bookcase for a while, then walked slowly to the window, and looked up at the crescent moon hanging high outside the window.

As the evening wind blows, the dancing of the treetops pulls out a gentle melody, and a soft murmur comes from nowhere, humming a waka with an unknown tune.

"Morning dew, morning dew;

One is clear and the other is enlightenment;

Heart is like spring water, life is like morning dew. "

"Heart is like spring water, life is like morning dew..."

A sigh full of melancholy gradually disappeared into the wind under the dark night, the candlelight was extinguished, and the light of the silver moon fell on the courtyard, covering the quietly blooming flowers with a layer of dream and haze.