Chapter 87 Peanuts (Revised) Falling petals, falling petals, scattered and indistinct…
Clear wetlands, reed marshes.
Beneath her feet lay soft mud, with a gentle stream flowing past, barely covering her ankles. A huge, setting sun blanketed the water's surface, blurring her reflection and casting a blood-red hue.
On the day my mother passed away, the sky was also shrouded in such a desolate sunset.
That year, she was six years old, in the autumn.
My mother's condition worsened. Her face turned ashen, her lips pale, and her once beautiful appearance withered considerably. Like the fallen leaves outside the window, no matter how hard we try to hold them back, they will eventually rustle in the wind and be buried in the earth.
Although her appearance had changed, her eyes remained as bright and lively as ever, and there was no fear of illness on her face. She leaned against the headboard, touched Lin Feiran's hair, and said softly.
"Slowly, you don't need to stay by your bedside every day. Your mother will be fine. Look, you haven't been to school for three months. If this continues, the teacher will kick you out of the school."
Xiao Lin Feiran sat upright by the bed, carefully tucking the blanket around her: "Mother, I can read and study by myself. While you are asleep, I am reviewing my lessons. Besides, the teacher won't kick me out of the house. I want to take care of you."
The mother's pale lips curled into a smile: "How do you know he can't?"
Xiao Linfei puffed out her chest slightly, somewhat proudly: "He can't find a smart child like me anymore. Not long ago, he even sent a ginseng to my home, hoping you would get better soon so I could go to school with peace of mind."
In the Kingdom of Taiwu, women could also serve as officials. The Master hoped that she would pursue a career in government, but unfortunately, she had no interest in that.
Although there was an exaggeration in his words, he wasn't actually arrogant. The woman knew this and smiled, "Yes, in my eyes, no child can compare to Manman... You are the best."
Her words slowed, and her gaze lingered. She said softly, "Manman, do you see that golden locket next to the wardrobe? It's full of new clothes that your mother made for you. Go and get them."
Xiao Linfei immediately ran to the cabinet, unlocked the gold lock, and took out a dozen or so dresses, which completely overwhelmed her, making her look like a small mountain from a distance.
She placed the clothes on the edge of the bed and looked up at the woman leaning against the bed railing.
The woman looked at her, slowly reached for the clothes beside her, and took out a robe embroidered with wisteria flowers: "This is for you to wear when you are seven years old. I made it a little bigger because you are growing fast now. I don't know if it will still fit next year. Try it on first."
Xiao Lin Fei Ran didn't ask why; as long as her mother was happy, what harm was there in changing her clothes?
The smoky purple color was elegant and should not have suited her mature-looking demeanor, but once she put it on, it gave her a pure and clear beauty. Paired with the wisteria vines on the hem and cuffs of the robe, it looked quite graceful.
The woman's eyes lit up: "Luckily, I didn't choose some old-fashioned colors for you. Try the eight-year-old one again!"
Xiao Lin Feiran did as instructed, changing the clothes to those of eight-year-olds, nine-year-olds, ten-year-olds, and so on...
One outfit after another—dark blue, black, light yellow, crimson—the colors of her clothes became increasingly rich, the accessories more numerous, the garments longer and the sleeves wider, until after the last outfit, she could barely hold up her top, her trouser legs trailing on the ground.
She counted silently in her mind; this must be what she wore when she was fourteen.
The woman's eyes first brightened, then dimmed, and finally shone with a faint light, glistening with moisture. She looked at the still somewhat thin child in front of her with an almost nostalgic gaze. Seeing the child obediently change back into her six-year-old clothes, she suddenly asked a question.
"Manman, do you think I'm a good mother?"
Xiao Lin Fei Ran looked up at him and nodded seriously: "You are."
As if sensing something, she suddenly added, "If you can recover your health, that would be even better."
The woman almost awkwardly looked away, then forced herself to turn back: "If I could have chosen not to get sick, could have chosen to continue being with you, but I didn't, would you hate me?"
Xiao Lin Feiran fell silent for a moment. Her eyes were initially filled with confusion, as if she were thinking. After a long while, or perhaps a moment, her clear gaze finally fell, and she shook her head.
No. You respect my choice, and I respect yours.
After she finished speaking, she still seemed hesitant to say more.
The woman pursed her lips and asked, "...Is there anything else you want to say?"
Xiao Lin Feiran nodded: "Mother, although I know you don't think that way, I still want to ask, is this choice because... you don't like me?"
The woman immediately shook her head, and the tear that had been held back for so long finally fell: "No... Of all the people in the world, Father and Mother love you the most."
She pulled Xiaolin Feiran into her arms, tears rolling down her neck and leaving a burn mark.
As the two embraced, she suddenly felt a tremor coming from her mother's chest, wave after wave, which was forcibly suppressed time and time again. Her eyes flickered slightly, and after a moment, the woman finally couldn't hold back any longer, released her, and turned to cough.
The glaring blood spilled onto the dark blue silk quilt, only to be absorbed in an instant, leaving behind some dark brown spots.
Hearing the cough, the person outside immediately burst in. His eyes were red, and his face had lost its usual playful and coquettish expression. He slowly bent down, pulled the woman into his arms, patted her back to help her catch her breath, and wiped away the blood from the corner of her lips with tender care.
His expression made him look more like a man nearing the end of his life.
Xiao Lin Fei Ran stood aside, quietly watching the two of them. Her eyes seemed to be slightly warm, with a thousand emotions about to burst forth, but when she raised her hand to touch them, there was only emptiness. She just watched, watching the sunset that filled the sky with crimson.
The woman looked out the window and smiled, "The sun is about to set. While the twilight is just right, let me dance one last dance for you."
So Xiaolin Feiran and her father went into the courtyard. Neither of them spoke, and they both stared silently at the door. After a short while, the woman came out. She was dressed in purple and had silver bells on her wrists. She stood under the ginkgo tree and began to dance gracefully.
The father silently picked up his violin. After years of hard practice, he was finally able to perform a piece during the last dance.
It was just a dance, in the desolate courtyard, when suddenly a hundred flowers bloomed, wisteria buds sprouted from withered branches, and strings of fragrance fell instantly. The grass and trees were reborn in spring, the branches and leaves were in summer, and there was no more autumn or winter.
The bells rang crisply, like the murmuring of a spring. But the good times didn't last long. The music reached its peak and then suddenly plummeted, the flowers abruptly withered and fallen petals scattered everywhere.
When the song ends and the dance concludes, even a severed head can be reborn, and tender buds can sprout from where the flowers have fallen.
The woman turned to look at them and smiled, "I'd like to sit on the roof."
The three sat on the roof, quietly watching the sunset. The mother slept in the father's arms and never woke up again.
...
Even though her memory was distorted, Lin Feiran never felt that there was anything wrong with the past. After all, those bright and vivid colors would always fill her dreams and appear in her dreams at every sunset.
She gazed silently at her reflection in the water, her own eyes seeming to be tinged with red.
After a long silence, she heard her own dry voice: "My mother has been ill for a long time, and the servants at home all know that. I haven't been to school for three months because I was taking care of her. The teacher even came to bring her medicine several times. Do you think this is a lie?"
Xunfang looked at her, a hint of feigned pity in her eyes: "Is that so? Why don't you think about what illness your mother has?"
"Lung disease is incurable."
“Cultivators wouldn’t suffer from such mundane ailments. Now that you’ve embarked on the path of cultivation, how could you not know?” Xunfang looked at her coldly, slowly lifting her foot to approach, shattering half a fragment of the setting sun’s shadow. “Have you ever seen a healer or doctor come to your home?”
"I've met them, I've met several!"
"Which ones? Are they men or women? How many men and how many women? What are their figures like? What do they look like? What medicine are they taking care of? You've been taking care of her for three months, how could you not know these things!" She gradually approached, but Lin Feiran was already lost in memories.
"Think about it again, was that day day or night?"
Lin Feiran gripped the sword hilt, his pupils trembling: "That day, it was afternoon, the setting sun was like blood, the setting sun was like blood..."
The mother danced gracefully under the tree, flowers bloomed and withered, taking root wherever they landed. She said the twilight was just right, and she wanted to watch the sunset. Lin Feiran kept recalling, but was covered in cold sweat, and his hands could barely hold the hilt of the sword.
Why am I so calm in my memories? Why can't I cry in my memories?
Ripples spread around her feet, reeds swayed gently, and she walked up to her side. A flash of cold light appeared, and Lin Feiran quickly snapped out of her daze and hurriedly stepped back, but she was still forced to slash her arm. Drops of hot blood fell into the water and instantly spread out.
Xun's face was contorted with rage. He stepped forward, knife in hand, and laughed, "It's clearly nighttime! We received word that we were to ambush your mother in Luoyang. That day was her death day. How could you possibly have had the chance to take care of her for three months, let alone watch some damn sunset!"
Lin Feiran immediately drew his sword to parry, and the two engaged in a fierce battle. The scorpion tail dagger clashed with the disciple's sword, and the clanging sounds were incessant. The expressions of the two gradually changed; one gradually calmed down, while the other gradually went mad.
"Why are you still alive and well! That bitch killed my son, causing me unbearable grief. Now I've killed her daughter, what's wrong with that!" Xunfang's eyes were red and filled with tears.
"If it weren't for my senior brother's interest in your sword bone, and the fact that you still have a use, I would have torn you to pieces when you first came up the mountain. How could you have survived until today! I'm going to extract your spiritual veins and remove your spiritual bones, so that you'll die in Spring City!"
A thunderous roar echoed as the torrential rain outside the barrier began to pour down. The wind that penetrated the barrier caused the reeds to bend over, and the ends of their hair and clothes were swept up as well, giving off a chilling aura.
Lin Feiran continued to fight her, his sword blade whistling past the dagger hilt. Xunfang spun around and dodged, unfolding the "Compendium of Flowers," and pulled out a peach branch. The peach petals scattered, and just as they fell into the wetland, they transformed into a fire dragon that leaped up. With a blazing force, it ignited the surrounding reeds. As the flames soared into the sky, even the intruding raindrops were cooked and sizzled, and the setting sun seemed to melt.
Lin Feiran looked up and charged straight ahead without fear. As she ran, her "Flower Manual" opened wide, the blazing firelight reflecting on her face, and the flames burning in her eyes, revealing a straightforward persistence.
The scattered sparks, though struck down, continued to burn in the water, showing no sign of ceasing.
Lin Feiran moved with incredible speed, already drawing out the bouquet in his hand. Xun Fang immediately transformed the flowers into talismans, and in an instant, dozens of talismans surrounded her, ready to be unleashed.
It was a pure white apricot tree, its petals slightly curved, its stamens emerging straight into Xunfang's forehead.
In an instant, the spring breeze blew away, apricot blossoms fell all over his head, and Lin Feiran, covered in wounds, stood in Xun Fang's memories, his chest heaving and his breathing uneven.
She saw a girl in a pink dress practicing swordsmanship in the wind and snow. Her dress was embroidered with clusters of flowers, but these clusters were not made of silk thread; they were made of real flowers.
She stopped practicing after less than a quarter of an hour, her face full of gloom.
There are only pine forests and snow on Mount Sanqing, not such vibrant colors, so how could she be happy?
Fortunately, her master doted on her and even created a special technique called "Flower-Piercing Hand" for her, so that life in the mountains was not boring.
Even when she was bored, she never thought of going down the mountain. She was going to cultivate into a flower fairy and could not leave a sect like Daohe Palace.
One day, she overheard flower enthusiasts from the foot of the mountain talking about rare and exotic flowers, and one of them mentioned bamboo flowers.
Xunfang scoffed at this, saying, "Don't try to fool me. Bamboo is just bamboo. I've lived for many years and have never seen bamboo bloom."
The man laughed at her: "Never seen it before? Does that mean it doesn't exist? I saw it when I was a child. In a bamboo grove, there may only be one tree that will bloom, and it may take ten years, twenty years, or even a hundred years for that tree to bloom."
Bamboo flowers only once in its lifetime, but after it blooms, the bamboo stalk dies, and along with it, the bamboo covering the nearby mountains withers away.
The others gasped in surprise, covering their mouths: "How could this be? What does this flower look like? What are its colors? Does it have a fragrance?"
Xunfang, left standing to the side, looked at him with a displeased expression, only sneering. She then heard the man say, "In terms of color and appearance, she can't compare to the famous flowers of the city; just a small cluster, nothing special. But what's astonishing is the sight of the withered bamboo. In an instant, the whole mountain turned from green to yellow, like a sea of gold..."
Xunfang couldn't help but interject, "Are you here to admire the flowers or the bamboo? Since these flowers are of average appearance, what's so special about them?"
Her tone was somewhat sharp, which naturally displeased the others, who retorted, "Does something not looking pretty mean it's not a flower? If you don't want to hear it, you can go back."
Xunfang had never been treated with such rudeness before, and she was so angry that she almost fainted: "You! I am a hermit from the mountains, I have seen all kinds of flowers, there is no way there is a bamboo flower in the world!"
After saying that, she ignored everyone else's reactions and stormed back to Sanqing Mountain. On the way, she encountered the mortal who was still chasing her. She said angrily, "If you want to get to know me, you'll have to find a bamboo flower!"
There are no bamboo flowers in the world, so they would never have met.
Every year after that, ordinary people would search for the flower and spend several hours climbing to the top of the mountain during festivals, just to give her a hairpin they made themselves. Later, he excitedly went up the mountain and took Xunfang to the bamboo forest to see the bamboo flower that should not have existed.
In just one afternoon, the bamboo forest on the mountain turned from green to yellow, and when the breeze blew, it truly looked like a golden sea.
On that day, Xunfang bid farewell to her master and descended the mountain to marry a mortal and have a child.
As the child grew up, the mortal gradually fell seriously ill. Neither of them had the strength to care for him. Xunfang went up the mountain to ask Zhang Chunhe to save her husband's life, but unfortunately, her senior brother was always cold-hearted. He only said that birth, aging, sickness and death have their own way, and she should not come back after she had already gone down the mountain. Then he closed the door and refused to see her.
That year, her master went into seclusion, and none of the five of them, her fellow disciples and acquaintances, came to her aid. She left in a panic, and soon after, only a coffin remained in her home.
It took her a great deal of effort to emerge from her grief, after which she devoted herself entirely to her child, even sending him to the Cangxing Domain.
Her child has always been well-behaved and adorable. Xunfang, relying on her high level of cultivation, often supports him. Although the child is occasionally naughty, that is his nature, and she cannot restrain him.
Lin Feiran looked up and was speechless for a moment. It was her mother who had subdued this troublemaker. However, her mother's aura was particularly different at this moment. Her face was equally bright, but it was sharper and more pointed.
She grabbed the person directly and kicked open the gate of the Canxing Domain. The person in charge at that time was Lin Zhengqing. She threw the person in front of the Greedy Wolf Star Lord, with the group of injured people behind her.
"I am here today to demand an explanation for everyone. Is your Star Domain protecting and covering up for your own?"
Lin Zhengqing had just returned to Luoyang City, his stern face filled with confusion. After learning the whole story, he immediately punished the troublemaker with three Soul-Destroying Whips and then banished him from the Cangxing Domain.
Faced with the woman's angry expression, he said helplessly, "This is all we can do. Committing violence and injuring people in the street is not our responsibility. Go find the Censorate."
The woman stared intently at him before heading towards the Department of Punishments. However, Xun Fang had already gotten wind of the situation and contacted the department head. Leveraging her powerful reputation and promising numerous benefits, she had already smoothed things over with everyone. After they took the troublesome devil away, there was no further news.
The woman waited for several days, and just as she was about to go to the Ministry of Justice to question him, she unexpectedly encountered that troublemaker again on the street. He walked by arrogantly, his eyes full of provocation. When the group went to the Ministry of Justice to inquire, they learned that he had been released without charge.
The crowd of people were truly desperate. The woman who was robbed immediately burst into tears, while the other injured people covered their faces and wept, their expressions numb.
Just then, the woman stood in front of the Shenxing Division, and with a slender blade in her hand, the two jade xiezhi standing beside her shattered instantly.
She turned around and said, "If they don't care, I will!"
That very afternoon, on the main street of Luoyang, she took three quick steps, and the wicked devil was already lying in a pool of blood. She was swift and decisive, leaving without a trace.
When Xunfang learned of this, she was furious and her spirit was broken. She went to find the woman and wanted to make her pay with her life. Unfortunately, she did not know the woman's background and thought herself to be highly skilled. After a battle, she not only failed to get revenge, but also had her spiritual veins destroyed by the woman, and her cultivation level dropped significantly.
The woman even had the audacity to say, "I know you aided and abetted evil, allowing him to commit many wicked deeds. Severing your spiritual veins is just a minor punishment. From now on, focus on cultivating the Dao and refrain from doing evil."
She didn't even realize what was happening when she fell into the stream. She only felt a piercing pain and burst into tears. Finally, she crushed her life tablet. Not long after, her master arrived on his sword. After a deep sigh, he took her back to Sanqing Mountain. However, her spiritual vein was beyond cure, and she became a cripple.
Back then, she made many enemies because of her superior cultivation. Now that her cultivation has been destroyed, she can no longer go down the mountain, otherwise she will only face death.
later……
Lin Feiran continued watching, but the later memories were just a swirling mist, he couldn't see or hear anything clearly. When the scene became clear again, he saw Xunfang following a group of masked men at night.
Some of the masked men were dressed entirely in black, while others wore robes with cloud patterns, a style she had seen before in Spring City.
The group left Luoyang and headed north, where they lay in ambush in a dense forest.
They didn't exchange a single word from beginning to end; everyone simply found a good spot and remained silent.
After an unknown amount of time, there wasn't a sound at all on the dense forest path. Finally, one of the men in black couldn't help but speak up: "Who exactly are we trying to ambush? Will this person really come? How can you be so sure he'll take this route?"
After a long while, no one responded. Just as the man was scratching his head in embarrassment, he heard the cloud-patterned robe-wearing cultivator beside him speak up.
At this moment, Lin Feiran had a vague premonition. She felt an unusual sense of unease and quietly looked at the dark path, hoping it wouldn't come.
After a long while, the slow sound of dry branches cracking finally rang out in the dense forest. Lin Feiran immediately looked over, and his hands, hanging at his sides, involuntarily clenched the hem of his robe.
A moment later, a figure in black emerged. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail and carried a jade ruler as she walked. Only when the sparse moonlight fell, in the dim light, did Lin Feiran realize that she was not wearing black clothes, but a white shirt, which only appeared black in the night because it was stained with blood.
It is the mother.
Her face was as pale as gold paper, her lips were pale white, and her eyebrows, as dark as distant mountains, were lightly furrowed. This complexion strangely overlapped with that of the woman on the sickbed.
Almost the instant she appeared, the group of cloud-patterned robe cultivators leaped out as if facing a formidable enemy. Thus, the group of men in black had no choice but to reveal themselves. Xun Fang was both surprised and delighted, and immediately drew her sword and charged forward. Her joy was evident from the half of her face that was visible.
There were nearly twenty people. Without even needing to probe them, judging from their hand seals and techniques alone, this group was definitely no less than the Ascending High Realm.
Lin Feiran couldn't help but run forward, instinctively wanting to lend a helping hand. She saw that her mother's jade ruler blade flashed like lightning, and her technique was extremely domineering. Even with such serious injuries, she was not at a disadvantage.
Seeing that something was wrong, the cultivator in the cloud-patterned robe immediately summoned a jade plate. A flash of blue light appeared on the plate, instantly enveloping the person within it. In a moment, bursts of spiritual light erupted from her body, and blood mist billowed out like peanuts.
The movement suddenly slowed down, and the others took the opportunity to make their move. However, they dared not approach the jade plate, so they flew away on their swords. In an instant, more than twenty long swords struck one spot.
"Hmm..."
She suppressed her cries of pain, raised her sword to deflect the numerous spiritual needles shooting from the jade plate, and at the critical moment, shattered the jade plate. Her movements were extremely fast, almost eight slashes in an instant. She spun around and cut off the attacking longsword, then knelt on the ground, using a jade ruler to support her body, panting heavily.
"Attack together!"
Someone shouted this, and everyone immediately overturned and fled.
Lin Feiran had no idea what kind of chaotic battle this was, nor how she had killed several people and broken through the encirclement, nor where her original injuries came from. She only felt that everything was extremely quiet and extremely slow.
She finally won the ambush, stood up, pulled out the longsword that was stuck in her body and threw it to the ground. She was almost covered in blood and staggered.
As she passed by Xunfang, she glanced at her and said softly, "So it's you. It seems you haven't changed for the better."
After saying this, she ignored Xunfang's expression and stubbornly headed towards Luoyang City, where she, a wanderer, had found her home.
Upon seeing her enter the city, one of the cultivators in the cloud-patterned robe immediately removed his mask, bowed his head, and spat out a mouthful of black blood: "By the Dao Lord, the blood poison has completely entered her body, and she has also been stabbed several times. She cannot live, she cannot live..."
Another person, clutching a bloody hole in his abdomen, chose Xunfang from among the crowd: "You, you go and follow her, and only after you've seen her breathe her last should you report to the Holy Maiden."
Xunfang was naturally impatient; her heart was filled with anger, and she immediately caught up with him.
Lin Feiran followed behind. She saw her mother enter the city covered in blood. It was already midnight, and there were not many pedestrians on the street, only some vendors. The guards wanted to stop the blood-covered woman, but when they saw the token in her hand, they immediately bowed and retreated.
"So you are General Lin's wife... Would you like us to escort you back to your residence?"
She shook her head, using the broken jade ruler in her hand as a crutch, and walked slowly toward the Lin residence. Passing a small stall, she stopped and bought two sugar paintings. She continued on her way, bought several bolts of fine fabric, and picked up a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper.
Thus, the bloodstains snaked their way from the city gate to the Lin residence, and a dreamlike smile finally appeared on her face before she rang the doorbell.
Almost instantly, the gates of the mansion swung open, and Lin Lang stood behind the gate, looking at her. He burst into tears and choked with sobs.
She laughed and said only, "I've lost. It seems I have no choice but to die."
She picked up the miscellaneous items in her hand again: "Don't cry. I bought you a sugar painting, one for you and one for Manman, and a roast chicken. I love roast chicken the most. Wake Manman up and we'll eat together... I'm so tired. I've walked so far, so far, so far. I can't walk anymore. Can you carry me to her room?"
Lin Lang bit his lip, swallowed his sobs, and gently carried her on his back, the blood instantly soaking through his clothes.
"Perhaps she'll think I'm not a good mother. How could I choose a path of certain defeat and death instead of her? I've only been with you for six years. What if people say she's a motherless child? She's so obedient, she doesn't even talk back when people insult her. You're the same, my dear..."
"No, she won't, Qingqing, she won't... and neither will I."
Spring breezes pass, apricot blossoms scatter, everything vanishes, leaving only a blood-red setting sun and a wetland of reeds, so lonely, so heartbreaking.
Suddenly, a burning sensation struck her. Lin Feiran looked down in alarm and saw a hot tear on her trembling hand.
After one drop, tears fell like beads from a broken string, plunging into the water and mingling with the still-burning flames.
She looked up, her eyes bloodshot. Xunfang was captured in her hands. Terrified, she immediately raised her hand to dodge. She leaped back, and as she raised her hands high, the setting sun gradually moved towards her.
This is the little world she set up, which has its own wonderful uses. A round sun is engulfing everything, and the supple reeds are climbing and clinging to it. How can she avoid it!
As the sun was about to set, a sudden burst of fire swept by, and this small world, along with the roaring fire dragon and the rising sun, vanished in the wisps of flame.
As the torrential rain poured down, Xunfang's eyes showed panic. She immediately used the Peony Flower Token and looked around. She saw a person holding an umbrella walk up behind Lin Feiran. His eyes were cold and indifferent, like embers in a fire or snow on a mountain peak.
Wei Changzai.
He looked at Xunfang and nodded slightly: "Uncle-Master".
Even at this point, he still had to follow the rules and make a show of shouting.
Then, he glanced at Lin Feiran and said, "You never kill people, I'll do it for you."
Just as he was about to leave, Lin Feiran raised her hand to stop him, her cold voice uttering only one sentence.
"How do you know I don't kill people these days?"
The author says: Fallen flowers, falling flowers in a hazy, indistinct way.
Green leaves and blue calyxes reflect red buds, as we linger together on the golden pavilion.
Shadows brush the steps of the adorned banquet hall, while the fragrance of dogwood wafts through the dance hall.
Fallen petals fly, their chaotic spray entering the inner curtain.
Fallen blossoms mark the height of spring, but will those who once lived in spring ever return?
Fallen petals drift, their fragrance lingering around the tall trees.
Spring has already brought abundant fallen blossoms, but spring people are oblivious to its presence.
The elegant pavilions and green terraces are quiet and peaceful, while people come and go in flowing robes and red scarves.
Youth is fleeting, and high branches are hard to climb again.
I tried my luck at Fudan University, wandering among the fallen blossoms, and spent the night among them.
In the courtyard where flowers fall, twin buns rise on the stage.
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