He just picked up a book, sat by the lake and read quietly, occasionally watching the spring girl and Mo Xiaoyan throw the torn bread crumbs into the lake, and then watched the ripples in the lake, and white and red carp scrambled to grab food.

"Brother An, your life is so good now." Mo Xiaoyan thought at first that Andaoyuan was fascinated by a certain 'glossy fairy', until now.

Or maybe Andaoba has never changed.

It becomes only time.

And Mo Xiaoyan herself.

She sat on a stone bench by the lake, threw bread crumbs at the fish, stopped in the distance and heard the sound of children playing, watching the people who were interested in flirting with books.

But suddenly it seemed like I had returned to the courtyard that once shined with warm light. In the distance were the stars that were picked up and down, and in the near distance was the boy telling stories.

She thought of Andoyuan once told her Einstein's famous saying:

As long as you have something reasonable to do, your life will look particularly beautiful.

Mo Xiaoyan smiled. This time, the girl smiled like a flower, and the slight redness that she wanted to talk about was as good as the spring flowers in the garden.

"Brother An, I'm sorry, I've been here to cause trouble for you."

And Andaoyuan also smiled and sighed. He saw it very clearly, and naturally it was clear:

"This is how this society itself is. Some people's hearts are like mirrors and they are inevitably stained by dust. You are just a little girl's temper."

"When I was in China, many people disliked me, and there were also many boys who looked at me with disgusting eyes and did some very disgusting things. I beat them until they transferred to school. Grandpa never blamed me for these things. As he grew up, life became more and more boring."

Mo Xiaoyan felt a little embarrassed, but she suddenly felt that at this moment, he and Andaoyuan, who was in memory, were finally able to let go of their knots and speak their thoughts.

"Then do you think you're doing it right?"

"I think it's okay. After all, I just look soft and weak, and I'm very strong inside." Mo Xiaoyanshu expressed his true thoughts.

And An Daoyuan closed the book gently and nodded: "It is a good thing to understand this. Many times, you cannot explain the truth to others."

Andau is not against violence.

But he only treats it as a way, a way of dealing with things.

The light blue pages were stacked back into a book surrounded by the trade wind, and then fell into Andoyuan's hands.

The group walked back in a slept like this.

Andaoyuan gave half of the flower tea to the Qingyuan Quanshui girl and asked her to take it back. After all, this kind of flower tea with a gentle temperament is also beneficial to the store manager's mother-in-law's health.

Compared to the warmth of spiritual energy, this natural power may be softer.

In 874, Viking Ingel Yanasson led his group to settle in Iceland.

Before the Scandinavians and Celtics immigrated to Iceland between the 9th and 10th centuries, Iceland was the last large, uninhabited island in the world except New Zealand.

And they established the world's earliest parliament (Icelandic: altingi) and established the Icelandic Free State in 930, although this parliament has not been operating for long since.

Some literal evidence shows that Irish monks once lived in Iceland before the arrival of the northerners, but there is no archaeological evidence to prove this inference. Iceland maintained independence for 300 years.

After a period of civil unrest, Iceland joined Norway in the 13th century. In 1397, the establishment of the Kalmar Alliance unified Norway, Denmark and Sweden's kingdoms. Therefore, Iceland followed Norway to join the alliance, and accepted Denmark's rule after Sweden left the alliance in 1523. For Denmark, Iceland was a distant semi-colonial territory, and Denmark lacked institutions and infrastructure in Iceland.

Of course, that's just what happened before. Now Iceland has established a republic and is gradually becoming

It has nothing to do with this tavern next to the north coastline of Iceland. The shaking wine glasses are filled with the fermented malt incense. The moment of collision and the noisy sounds of the scattered wine drinkers, the quiet and cold zone that should be on the edge of the northern border has added a lively atmosphere.

"Boss, when will we wait here?"

A drunken drunk man fell to the table and clinked a glass with a strong man in a deer-skin coat sitting beside him, and finally gulped a large glass of ice ale.

The strong man sitting next to him held the silver hanging around his neck and also touched him a quilt. Although he was the captain, he actually knew no more than the drunkard around him. He could only say: "Who knows this, maybe nothing happens on the harvest day, and we can go back on a cruise."

"It's not bad now, I'll drink the ale until I'm full, haha."

European taverns are a place that sounds noisy. If you like quietness, you will definitely have no feelings about such places.

If there are heavy metal rock music in big cities, colorful neon lights and lights coming to the waiters in strange clothes, there will be no lack of noise in the tavern, and there may even be one or two drunk people lying in the aisle.

All orderly society can imagine or unimaginable, and it is possible to appear in bars. In fact, this is how the earliest bars were.

This was the case in the Western era. People in the Midwest of the United States rode horses and rode their horses on a crossbar at the door. Then they went in and had a drink and continued on their way. They ordered two taels of beef and a bowl of hot wine. After eating and drinking, they continued on their way.

However, on this land near the northernmost Arctic Ocean, the sundial belonging to spring has not yet pointed the bronze hour hand to the dawn, so it naturally comes in the evening.

In the dusk of the reflection of the glacier, the dusk will reflect the exposed branches on the ground, like a rough sketch, with less serious strokes leaving only a trace.

If the spring dusk is accompanied by the equatorial wind, it blows along the ocean currents on the newly drawn buds, and the cruise ships on the lake ripples on the blue waves of Barcelona.

At the dusk in Iceland, maple leaves were projected onto the wall made of red bricks. A few ants climbed up the wall, stopped and dispersed, disappearing in the cold wind.

In the depths of the glaciers on the sea surface, in the solidified current near the Arctic Ocean, countless swimming fish skipped through the depths of the deep black ice. Only sparse light could illuminate the two huge silver pupils and the fine and extremely beautiful patterns that looked like scales.

Those eyes seemed to have opened.
Chapter completed!