In his casual calls, it seemed that everything about him had really changed greatly - just like a person who died, who was completely reborn here. Everything was dull. The fragrance of tea in the afternoon
The familiar person around me, even the withered grass swaying under my feet, and even this mountain that was completely different from the ordinary mountains...
At that time, there was no more Queen Mother Feng.
That identity has been completely forgotten by myself and the world, and then slowly dissipated in the dust of history.
All that is there is is Fangfei.
The fragrance of the mountain is above.
Fangfei beside Luo Jia.
Fragrance holding milk tea.
At this moment, I felt that youth is not about appearance, but about flesh and blood, but a kind of youth that reactivates vitality from the heart.
Just like a newborn baby.
Unlimited ease.
There is no more pressure.
How many years of pressure have I been under? In this life, from the first day I entered the temple, to the present, I was frightened to live for the first half of my life; in the second half of my life, I spent all my efforts on power and for the internal affairs and diplomacy of a country.
Until now, I realized that everything is a cloud.
Floating clouds, floating clouds.
In the end, everything is a cloud.
Only the cup of milk tea in my hand, and only the man around me, is real.
What else is more comfortable than drinking a cup of milk tea in the warm sunshine on an autumn afternoon?
Fangfei drank very full.
The whole stomach and body are warm.
Then, lie under the big tree.
The fragrant grass has withered.
But, that's OK.
The thick blanket covers all their coldness.
She lay comfortably, with her hands behind her head.
The sun shone on the face.
Warm.
There is nothing to worry about in life.
After eating, you go to bed, and after sleep, you go to bed.
In a daze, a pair of big hands quietly pressed on her lower abdomen.