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The moonlight is oblique, blackbirds fly south, the shadows are sparse, and the incense is full of sleeves.
In the happy room, Duan Yufu, dressed in a red robe, sat quietly at the corner of the table, her eyes always as cold as a sword, staring blankly at a silent and slender figure in the dim red bedstead.
Looking at it, my eyelids drooped and I couldn't help feeling sleepy.
The wind opened the window with a bang and the cold wind blew in. Duan Yufu simply stood up from his chair and pushed the door out of the yard.
The moonlight is a little too clear, but there is no feeling of celebration at all.
Duan Yufu fanned the folding fan, and a cool breeze brushed her face. Moonlight ying ying, in the silence of wheatgrass, Duan Yufu's heart has an indescribable complex mood.
At this time, a sparrow with wet wings landed on the roof tile, flapping its wings but unable to fly. Duan Yufu watched, sighed and thought of herself.
Duan Yufu, due to his family's decline, lived on the streets with his mother since childhood and was ridiculed as an incompetent person who could not afford to help the mud wall.
Duan Yufu strolled up. Every time in Duan Fu's yard, he would come out for a walk. Some people say that flowers are seen in spring and the moon is seen in autumn, but Duan Yu House doesn't like the full moon and loves the lack of it. What a coincidence.
His right hand is on his back, and his left hand is clutching the jade folding fan and fluttering in his chest. In the bright moonlight, …