In the early morning, an orange-red sunshine rose from the horizon, covering the misty earth with a layer of rays of light. Although it was winter, the thick white frost covered the grass, the fields, vegetables, fields, and the fields.

However, these wisps of yellow light dispelled the hazy morning of the mist and frost, and the blood condensed by the creatures who had lived in caves for a long time became active again.

It was a cold winter for a while, and with the bright light, almost every household rushed to wash clothes and rub the quilts and dry the quilts. The sun was smelly. At night, lying in the quilt exposed to ultraviolet rays, the fragrance was strong, and even the dreams were so sweet.

Before leaving Fukuoka Prefecture, Shintani Shinya Shinya went to the prefecture's family ancestral hall.

One of her distant grandmothers passed away the day before yesterday.

I fell asleep at night and was found to have lost my breath the next day in my sleep. At the age of 92, I was considered to have died.

Today, I am enshrined in the ancestral hall and will be buried in a few days.

Xue didn't go, after all, they were not relatives who had anything to do with her, so they didn't go to say goodbye with Miss Shiyin.

In fact, for modern people.

This kind of grief that I haven't seen my relatives for a long time is no longer as strong as that of the wanderers who left home in ancient times.

It's more like a pot of mellow wine, and only when you recall it will sigh.

Just like Russell said:

(If an elderly person has a wide range of interests, learn to care for others, and bring his life into the life of the whole world, he will return to the sea like a drop of water, slowly forget his existence, and eventually, he will no longer have the fear of death.)

But Shiyin Shintani is a girl who is soft on the outside but strong on the inside.

At this moment, the gentle corners of her eyes could not help but be moist.

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She didn't say much. In fact, in Shiyin's impression, this grandmother only picked apples from her yard when she was a little girl when she was a child.

But this is how humans are. Only when recalling, even a small thing seems to be extremely precious.

She greeted the neighbors and placed the white chrysanthemums she bought from the Fukuoka Prefecture flower shop on the coffin of her distant grandmother, then bowed before leaving the place.

White Chrysanthemum (WhiteChrysanthemum) was chosen to dedicate to the mid-4th century Pope St. Mark's flower.

Among the popes of all generations, this pope is recognized as the most noble person. Because of this pope, the flower language of white chrysanthemum is - Nobility.

Anyone who is blessed by this kind of flower has extraordinary noble sentiments. However, this unparalleled temperament is often mistaken for arrogance, especially when recalling the past, white chrysanthemums are usually used to express condolences and express condolences.

For poetry, perhaps the flower language of this bouquet is enough to express.

She returned to her home, and the grief in her heart had been smoothed out. She smiled and said to Xue, "Let's go, let's go back to Hyacinhos."

Outside the door, Oda Kyoka and Aoki Yuki had already put their things in the car.

Now it is also lightweight and simple.

The transportation tools were relatively backward, and it was Shi Yin's grandfather's tractor. The car that sent them here before was booked in advance because they needed to receive the mourning people.

Yuki and Kyoka feel very novel about this experience.

Accompanied by the sound of the diesel engine and the sound of the old transmission gears, it seemed like I had returned to the countryside in the TV series decades ago.

Shiyin Shinya is actually not unfamiliar with this experience. She sat sideways on the open-air car board, scattering her hair under the blue sky, and the sun shines on her body warmly, making people unable to open their eyes.

What became far away from them step by step was the small village sitting quietly among the mountains.

Probably no one dislikes this feeling.

The winter breeze is mixed with the sun, and it is very warm and comfortable. Birds fly past their eyes and stand on the branches and sing. A few leaves fall from the persimmon tree at the door from time to time, slowly falling to the ground.

"Xiao Shiyin, grandpa, I don't understand your things, but if you little girls feel uncomfortable in big cities, they will go back to the countryside. At least I have lived here for the rest of my life."

Shiyin's grandfather was obviously much healthier. After all, Shiyin's spiritual adjustment can help the elderly live in peace and safety without being tortured by the disease.

She nodded, and then said seriously: "Grandpa, you should also pay attention to your health. Don't forget to take the health supplements I gave you."

"Absolutely, it's my granddaughter's intention after all."

Everyone in the Shingu family is like this, with a little serious personality. When it’s time to express their emotions in words, they are like a dull gossip.

Yoki Angi hummed songs on the tractor, not caring whether it was dirty or not. She was not a spoiled goddess who was not as good as the world. When no one offered sacrifices to her.

She also often goes to the forest with Kyoka to pick fruits and eat them.

Just like this, the few people moved towards the return of Tokyo in the very rhythmic sound of the tractor.

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Andaoyuan got up early in the morning.

After negligence, I saw that the dandelions on the balcony in winter were blooming with flowers. The white and fluffy flowers conveyed the longing for the journey to the distance. When the wind blew, the petals fell one after another, and with the whistling sound of the wind, only a leaf without feather decoration was left.

In winter, dandelions will bloom before the reviving spring.

Then there were the light blue hyacinths sprinkled on the earth.

After all, the light blue hyacinth flower language is - "life"

Andaoyuan's thoughts couldn't help but follow the dispersed dandelions and follow the far-distance trade wind, as if they had seen an old friend in the distance.

Just as he made tea and was quietly looking at the book.

Liu appeared silently beside him again, and said in a coquettish tone: "I've been busy all night, but you keep resting. How unfair, can you give the little girl a cup of tea?"

"Your words sound quite ambiguous."

Andaoyuan calmly exposed her little thoughts, but still poured her a cup of tea, then gave her both hands, and said gently: "No matter what, thank you for your hard work."

"The little girl is so flattered."

Liu took the tea and then took out dozens of black, blue, purple and green cores of different sizes from her clothes pocket.

During this period of work, Liu had brought all the agreed cores of the gene sequence of mutant organisms, and there were a lot of them.

"Thirty-six, I think you're on the blacklist of [Eden]."

Andao Yuan praised with humor..
Chapter completed!