The sky is not a paradise, it is indeed a dream of mankind.

I have never been to heaven. Heaven is an illusory but full of countless imaginations.

It is like the ancient Garden of Eden, and has an ideal utopia.

But when we insist on pursuing heaven, we lose our direction over time, and we may feel that heaven does not exist and is not so magnificent. However, the ordinary road we have walked under our feet and the rows of muddy footprints let passers-by know the hardships we have paid, because these footprints are persistent pursuits in our hearts and represent a firm belief.

Even though there are thorny swamps on the road ahead, I still travel thousands of mountains and seek a vow of promises.

Fools say that they have never had happiness, a firm belief, persistent pursuit and dedication, which is what is called happiness, and the sweat that has passed is the crystallization of the spirit.

Therefore.

Tarot card number zero is for fools.

Not a magician.

Andaoyuan gently smoothed Xuezhai's hair, and then listened to her small breathing and quietly opened the book in her hand.

No matter how fast the plane flies, it cannot catch up with the passing light of time. It can only watch the sea and the sky be smoked into the sunset of Da Vinci in the scorching yellow.

He is almost back.

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"You want to see the world, son, but this world has long been in the world, haha."

In my memory, An Minghui finished this sentence freely.

Then he placed the wine glass on the table.

When he was twelve years old, he sang generously at night.

When I came back during the day the next day, my clothes were covered with blood.

Then he laughed and drank three pounds of rice wine.

Drunk and unconscious.

From then on, Andoyuan understood that he was not the only one in this world who was facing danger, whether it was nightmare or death, he was not alone.

The clouds are majestic and magnificent, and within the land of China, the hometown is Jiangnan.

"I heard that Jiangnan is a wine country, and pedestrians on the road were heartbroken, but who knew that Jiangnan was not drunk, and she smiled at the spring breeze and looked at the fragrance of ten miles."

He thought silently in his heart.

"Are we here?"

The silver-haired girl rubbed her little eyes in a daze, then tidied up her slightly wrinkled clothes when she was sleeping.

Andaoyuan gently closed the book and smiled at her and said, "It's here."

"Ah~ Finally arrived, I felt like I was about to sleep for one day."

Oda Hime smiled and asked her, "Has it been that long?"

Then I got the kitten's serious answer: "Yes, because I slept soundly."

"You slept all the way with Brother An's shoulders on your shoulders."

Mo Xiaoyan pouted and said enviously. She was very angry now. Why was her plane ticket in the row behind them? She wanted to take a small dagger and cut Andaoyuan.

It would be difficult for her to persevere along the way.

The plane landed slowly.

No one came to pick him up in the downtime building because Andaoyuan was the first to go home.

But when he saw the scenery outside the airport, he truly felt that he had known the scenery before, how could he have experienced it?

The scene at this time is indeed as what Mr. Yu Dafu wrote in his prose.

Anyone who spends winter in the northern country always cooks tea around the stove, eats mutton, peels peanuts, and drinks the taste of dry white. For families with floor stoves, heating kangs and other equipment, no matter how deep the snow is outside the door or how strong the wind is as windy as thunder, the two or three months of living hiding in the house is the most powerful hiding place of the year; the elderly, even the children who like to play are always nostalgic, because in the middle, there are some snacks for fruits such as radish, Yaer pear, and lively festivals such as the Lantern Festival on the first day of the first lunar month.

But it is different in the south of the Yangtze River. After the winter solstice, the leaves south of the river will not be completely lost.

The cold wind - the northwest wind - may come at most, and it will only last for one or two days. When the dust clouds are swept away, the fallen leaves are all over the street, and the morning frost is as white as the powder on the face of a black woman. In the early morning, as soon as the sun rises on the eaves, birds squeak again, and steam comes out of the mud. The old man and child can go to the gap in front of the door and sit and talk about the day outside the house.

This spring scenery in Jiangnan is really cute.

Just as Ando grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, the impression of Jiangnan winter in childhood was very profound. Although he lived in Tokyo for more than half a year, he also felt that Hyacinth House was a rare quiet place to live.

But for the spring scenery in Jiangnan, there is always some bright spot in my heart.

Just like the bright sunshine.

"I brought the keys and we'll take the bus back."

Before they came back, Refractotech had already prepared the car. As the chief architect, Andauyuan deserves this kind of treatment.

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"The spiritual energy of this land is very active, probably because the mountain god has recovered."

Oda Hime said confidently.

She sat in the last row of the bus with refraction technology, took off her large headphones as a punk girl, and then opened the window.

Hearing this sentence, Mo Xiaoyan was a little curious: "Kyoka, why haven't I seen other land gods in Tokyo?"

"Of course, that's because I am the only one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who

She stroked her left hand and said proudly.

Of course, this sentence is actually true. She has been worshipped by various emperors and shoguns before, and happened to slept through the entire Meiji Restoration period and directly transitioned to modern times.

So he naturally took over the divine power of the entire land.

“What a lucky one.”

After listening to the whole process, Mo Xiaoyan expressed her admiration.

The spring rain in the south of the Yangtze River was continuous. Shortly after entering the city, it began to be covered with a thin layer of water mist next to the minibus of Refractotech. Perhaps the scenery of the winter was still the same. When he returned, it was not the leisurely artistic conception of "The sky is about to snow when I come late, I can drink a glass of water?"

Now, it is time for the Lilac girl to walk away in the rain alley.

Andaoyuan sat in the passenger seat.

He said to Xiao Hei, who was driving the vehicle, and then pointed out the direction of his home.

"The street in front is right, and the third yard is my house."

At this moment, the bluestone road in my memory was covered with fine water flowing towards the sewer next to it.

The car pressed on it and made a squeaking sound.

Memory and reality overlap.

With the sorrow of spring and the glimmer of memories.
Chapter completed!