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The night was peaceful as if the heaven is on earth. The full moon in sky illuminated everything below. The lake sparkled as there were diamonds embedded on the top of it. The soothing wind that passed carried the smell of flowers and the plants near them shook in a rhythmic way as if enjoying the tranquility that the night offered. The rare sound of cicadas and owls made the night less silent. A teenage boy in white robes was walking along the narrow path in the forest which was near the sparkling lake. He was taking elegant steps with much practiced ease. His milky white skin shone in the moonlight. The white robes, white shoes accentuated his features. The boy had a soft smile on his face and his long black silky hair was flowing in the wind as he walked. He wore a white headband which having a cloud pattern in the middle on the forehead and it's long thread was also flowing along with his hair.
He walked along the jungle path with a determined strides and reached a clearing. Even after a long walk his breathing was normal and form was still elegant. The boy looked towards the clearing which was a small cliff end, he saw man who was wearing similar clothes as him sitting there in lotus position. The man was looking at the direction of the moon. May be he was looking at moon or something beyond that. The man's posture was the complete definition of perfection. He sat there elegantly, his hair flowing behind him along with the threads of his forehead band. The headpiece he wore on his hair shone in the moonlight. The man had a guqin in his lap and his fingers danced through them in a skillfully way playing a calming tune. The tune was melodies and at the same time contained a lot of pain, longing and love. The boy can see the man is immersed in his own world while playing the tune as if he was pouring his heart out may be communicating with nature and the nature was lost in the melody as well. The boy walked towards the sitting figure and while walking he unknowingly stepped on a twig, making a faint sound. The man stopped playing his guqin and looked towards the direction of the sound while still keeping his fingers on the top of his guqin strings.
"Ah... you have come sizhui.." The sound was calm and full of love and care.
"Trnggggggggggggg..." the alarm went off and sizhui woke from his sleep. As he looked around he found that he was in his bed and the alarm just told him that it was already 7 am and he need to get up. He sat up while rubbing a hand on his forehead.
"Still the same dream. As much as the dream bring me peace, it is also messing with my head. What was that place? Who was that man? Why am I not able to see his face and why his voice make my heart bleed with love and adoration. It's like I was enveloped in a comfort where I know I am safe. Why was I wearing traditional clothes,? No idea.. it's like puzzles after puzzles and no answers for them at all." Sizhui sighed and then stood up from his bed to get ready. He took a quick shower and wore a simple white cream colour Jean's and a white sweater shirt. After styling his hair, he wore his glasses and then walked out of the room after collecting his supplies for his calligraphy class.
Lan Sizhui, he is a seventeen year old who just completed his high school and is on vacation. Within two months he is planning to go to arts school so that he can pursue his dream to become an artist. He is very fond of arts and his room and his all house is filled with different piece he painted. He usually paints sceneries and when he turned seventeen, he started having dreams about the boy who is looking like him and had the same name but he was wearing ancient traditional clothes. Whenever he sleep he ends up having these dreams. In each dream he will see a man who is taller than him and wore similar clothes like him, but never fully saw his face. Sizhui couldn't ignore the voice in his mind who tells him that that person is very important in his life. During vacation, his father Lan XinYi made him attend calligraphy class as their family members should know calligraphy. He is from a house whose history is really long and old. Even though their ancestor's places were destroyed due to a natural disaster, they kept the clan name and all of the descendants were named with the name Lan. He was brought up with much needed discipline as well as freedom. His father never asked him to follow the business but let him follow his dreams which he was grateful for. As he walked down the stairs he was met with his cousin jingyi. Full name Lan Jingyi . He was one year older than sizhui and in college with business major. He is a troublemaker yet a loving over protective brother of sizhui.

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Sizhui
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