Chapter 474 Illusions can be so real

On a night in the middle of summer, Lu Xiaoxian was walking alone on the beach, and the magnificent evening sunlight spread across the sky, coloring all the silver sandy beaches into a light red.

She sat with her shoes on the ground, hugged her knees, and watched the waves coming up one after another on the beach. Suddenly a poem came to mind: the waves beat the shore, rolling up a thousand piles of snow.

This is Gu Nianbin taught her, at that time they were strolling on the silver beach, the man saw her looking at the rolling waves, read this sentence. She became interested and pestered him with questions.

The man had always been patient with her, and when she asked, he told her that the poem was Su Shi's Nian Nujiao, Red Cliff and Ancient Times.

The way the man read the poem was simply handsome, he stood under the setting sun, his white shirt was blown by the wind and bulged, his eyebrows were deep, lined with the sky red haze, so handsome that he wanted to