Am I...can't see them again and can't drink fish soup?

The breath of fireworks flows on the body.

It seems to be back to the moment when I realized the meaning of the world.

only.

At this time, he had gained something else.

The world is very small.

From a small yard that is only the size of a palm, to a small that only has a thatched hut, several wooden piers, and two busy women.

The world is very big.

It is big enough to carry all things and spirits, joy, sorrow, sorrow, and happiness, all kinds of sentient beings, and prosperity and ending.

The temperament of the body is constantly changing.

It seems that it is not only about ordinary people, but also about ups and downs, ups and downs, and prosperity and ends... In the heart lake, the sapling of humanity has been replaced by a towering tree. Every leaf and every pattern implies the various forms of life and the ups and downs of the world.

The meaning of the world.

That is, the meaning of the world!

At this time.

A fresh fragrance floated from the courtyard, and the fish soup was ready.

He glanced at Gu Tian.

He looked at the busy Mo Chenyin and the cold girl again, his eyes full of nostalgia.

This world is beautiful.

I will stay here forever!

"My way was found."

He spoke softly, and a hint of persistence and nostalgia were faintly contained in his voice.

The words fell.

His breath trembled, as if he was moving from the peak of the infinite realm to another realm!

Changes in the past.

He still couldn't sense it.

only.

A halo looks real and illusory, and it is actually a trend of building a bridge in the abyss!

Life is a lifetime, and the plants and trees are in autumn.

Time flies, and there will be an end.

The past cannot be pursued, and the future cannot be known.

“Since that’s the case.”

"What's the use of knowing the past and the future?"

"I Gu Han!"

"Only practice the present, only practice the present, only practice the present, only practice, only practice!"

...

The world of dreams.

The old Taoist snuggled under the tree and slept soundly, snoring like thunder, and the Confucian scholar was at his desk and wrote quickly.

Sudden!

The old Taoist snoring stopped, and the Confucian scholar paused, and the two looked out of the sky, looking incredible.

Break through the deadlock?

After a long time.

The old Taoist looked at the Confucian scholar, with a confused look in his eyes, "This kid is a little evil? How long has he left before he found a way to continue to break the circuit? This is too fast, right? What do you think?"

The Confucian scholar really wants to say that I can’t tell you!

But considering that this is indecent and insulting his image as a scholar, I can only change my words.

“There’s something to say.”
Chapter completed!