The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the sunset in the western sky red. Looking from a distance, the edge of the clouds is wrapped with a thin layer of golden light, which is very beautiful. The snow on the ground has not completely melted. At this time, the sky and the earth are bathing together in this rare
of luster.
"It turns out that the sunset outside is so beautiful." Chu Yunhao murmured, staring at the sun that was about to fall.
Dumpling's legs were riding on a tree branch, and his small body was almost buried by the camellia. His little face was full of indifference: "Is it beautiful? I see this often. They all look the same, but the colors are different."
Chu Yunhao didn't even look back, and said with a sneer in his tone: "What do you know?"
"Yes, I don't understand anything, I'm just a child." Dumpling put his little hands behind his head, looking leisurely and contented.
Yu Buhuan lay on another camellia tree, looking at the rare beauty. She thought of Penglai Mountain. Whenever summer came, she would choose an old tree and lie on it to enjoy the cool air.
Just like now.
"There are flowers everywhere, it's really dazzling." The dumpling sighed in a disgraceful way, stretched out his body, and landed lightly on the ground.
He didn't walk, but played in the snow under the tree.
Yu Buhuan couldn't help laughing. Children are so good. They have no distracting thoughts in their minds. As long as they eat well, sleep well, and have fun, they don't have to worry about anything.
Yu Buhuan took a deep breath of cold air and then exhaled it, as if he wanted to use this action to exhale all the depression in his heart.
"Are you worried?" Chu Yunhao was rarely so discerning.
Yu Buhuan put his hands behind his head, stared at the sunset that was about to end, and replied softly: "Yes."
"Tell me, it's been a long time since I heard someone say something tragic." Chu Yunhao looked very expectant.
Yu Buhuan looked at him very critically: "How do you know that my heart is miserable?"
"Your eyes told me." Chu Yunhao picked a flower and played with it in his hand. The beautiful petals were spinning rapidly in his hand.
Yu Buhuan ignored him. Some things were better not to be shared with too many people. It would only remind her over and over how stupid she had been in the past.
If I had listened to the master earlier and left quietly immediately after finishing the work, there wouldn't have been so many troubles today.
This incident also happened to tell her a truth. Emotions are humble and insignificant. Unless they help the interests, what is the use? There are many allusions about birds disappearing, good bows hidden, and cunning rabbits dead and lackeys being cooked. Don’t take emotion for granted.
The impression is too beautiful, but it is not as great as imagined.
I was originally worried about why Chu Yan was treated like this, but now I don’t think about it anymore.
Not everything has a reason. Good thoughts and evil thoughts are just a flash of human nature. Who can explain the thoughts that occur in a flash?
"Mom, do you think the snowman I made looks good?" Dumpling shouted from below.
Yu Buhuan immediately lowered his head and saw a fat snowman appearing under the tree.
The dumplings happily circled around it.
Yu Buhuan praised: "It's not bad. It's very skillful."
"This is my first time making dumplings." The dumplings were full of pride.
"First time?" Chu Yunhao was puzzled.
Dumpling glanced at him: "Do you think I am like you and can plant flowers outside all day? My father Mu is a very naughty man. He must wear a lot of clothes when it snows. Once it snowed heavily for three days. Father Mu
The king wrapped me up like a rice dumpling, and I couldn't even hold my hands like this."
