Oda Keika opened the small refrigerator in the car, and put a whole layer of canned soda on the wall of the refrigerator. Then she handed Miss Lianmu a can. When she heard a crack, she also opened the pull ring of another bottle, and then took a beautiful sip: "Ah~, this is life."

Seeing her handsome appearance, Yoki Riki couldn't help but smile.

It can be seen that Kyoka really likes the comfortable atmosphere of Hyacinth, so she is so unconcealed. She is not reserved and gently opens the pull ring of the can.

Then he looked around carefully, found the trash can that contained the garbage, and threw the pull-up ring in.

Looking at the night view around, I also sipped in a sip of iced soda and drank summer soda in the warm winter carriage, which was also a unique experience.

In this quiet night, under the thick and deep night sky, Andaoyuan can only hear the sound of cars around him sometimes loud and sometimes brake, disturbing the tranquility of the night, but also giving him two more vitality.

At this time, he would think of the towering temple in "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", towering ancient pines and wild flowers everywhere, and the quiet and quiet scenery, which made him think about it, and the dreamlike strange things that came out of the quiet night with cold moon and sparse stars seemed to be heard in the quiet night.

Sometimes, Andaoyuan sat in front of the windowsill, holding "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" in his hand, and in the quiet night in the book, he went to find and listen to the stories written by Mr. Pu Songling and the sounds made by the characters at night.

That voice may be talking about the true past of ancient China: people and demons, the world is chaotic, and there is a bit solemnity, a bit humorous, a bit joke, and a bit emotion...

He understood that today he might fall into a dream again, and he could find the flowing river water and the girl by the river in his dream.

This is the power of the Lord of Dreams, and it is also the Taoist Dharma of Nanhua Zhuangzhou. Knowing the illusion, crossing the dreams, and arriving at the true meaning.

[I am not a butterfly, why do I dream of a butterfly?]

There was an increase in traffic on the road. By driving from the Tokyo trail into the national highway, you can see that the magnificent Kyoto night is still so prosperous.

The New Year is coming soon.

Students and some office workers who are busy on weekdays can probably get a simple winter vacation.

So the traffic flow is more endless than before.

"There are so many people." Xue sat in the passenger seat, looking at the view outside the transparent glass window in the distance, turning her head and looking at Andaoyuan seriously, then twisting her head away.

It looks so cute.

Raphael's message prompts: [It will take about five minutes to reach the destination.]

The lights of Hyacinth House are also approaching.

You may be able to go home after turning two intersections.

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The Wind Journey Man slowly stopped on the street.

Andaoyuan understood that since Hyacinth had its own means of transportation, it would be very convenient no matter where you go.

Either reading or traveling, soul and body, need to have one on the road.

This will make you look fulfilled.

Yoki Riki listened to the crisp sound of the wind chime in a novel way: "It's so good, the breath here makes people feel very comfortable."

When the silver-haired girl heard her say this, she kept it in a special way: "You will feel that this atmosphere is not just that simple."

"Ah, will there be any change?"

Miss Yuki tightened the corners of her skirt. She had a strict side as the president of the company, but it was handled in an incarnation image. Now that she came here herself, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous when she heard such words.

But the next second, Xue opened the door and the answers to all questions were clearly displayed.

The fragrance of the food spread out, making Miss Lianmu suddenly feel a little hungry.

"Clangqiang, let you know our Hyacinth Special Chef." Oda Kyoka pulled Shintani Shintani who was serving food.

Miss Shiyin tidied up her dress, then said to Miss Ai with a gentle smile on her face: "Yuki, welcome to visit Hyacinth."

"I'm disturbing you, Shiyin, you are so beautiful."

After all, Yuki Miki, as a god of love and relationship, can see clearly in this regard in terms of observation. Apart from Andoyuan, who coexists with mystery and bookish spirit, she is a little unpredictable.

This girl with a gentle smile is easy to understand.

So I felt relieved. After all, Hyacinth is a person who is easy to get along with and has no introverted personality.

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If you want to talk about the difference between the living room of Hyacinth House and the previous few days, it is probably the copy art painting recently sent by Mr. Zhu. There is a large picture of Mi Xiangyang's "Smoke and Rain Picture" hanging on the west wall, and a couplet hanging on the left and right, which is Yan Lu Gong's poem: The smoky and clouds are leisurely in the bones, and the life of spring and stones.

This makes it more of the precipitated temperament of poetry and books in addition to the modern atmosphere.

After receiving the online news about Xue, Shiyin has already prepared the dishes, including river shrimp, miso, fried chicken and stewed dishes, which looks very hearty.

Hyacinth House is not short of funds now, so naturally it will not neglect when it comes to receiving guests.

After this period of time of getting along, Yoki Angi suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

This kind of touch is like the sincere and romantic feeling when she saw her lover reunion after she had been away from for a long time.

“It’s so good here.”

This is the second time she has said this.

As a lady god who helps her make a relationship, she naturally yearns for her own fate thread.

"You can come here anytime if you want."

Andaoyuan said with a gentle smile, and handed her a cup of tea: "Drink some tea, the aroma of tea is like hyacinth. Although it is not rich, it is elegant enough and warm enough."

"Thank you." Yuki returned the gift politely, and then took the cup of tea with both hands.

Andaoyuan nodded, and without saying anything, he walked up to the second floor and returned to the study.

Now the living room is time for girls to talk.

Being rational and calm, he naturally has no reason to stay.

Besides, there is something waiting for him to deal with.

The north wind is bleak, accompanied by a wet breath. My thoughts are burning, late at night at the end of the winter solstice.

Andaoyuan sat alone in front of the window, opened the book in his hand, but turned his mind to the deeper ocean.

Just like Buddhist meditation, the mind is free of distractions, and the mind is dedicated to worshiping the Buddha, and the mind is calm and the world is entrusted, but it will not abandon the prosperity of the world.

The sound of girls playing downstairs came from the sound of girls playing.

He made the corners of his mouth slightly raise, and then closed his eyes.

With this smile, I walked away in my dream.

"Zhuang Zhou's Dream of Butterflies" comes from "Zhuangzi·Qiwu Theory":
Chapter completed!