() It was already early morning when the moonlight was gone, and the sky was blue. When Ye Duhong opened his eyes, he saw the blue, so blue that it made people worry that it would break. When Ye Duhong opened his eyes,

Cao'er was already sitting on the eaves admiring the sunrise. Caoer pointed out the place where Ye Duhong washed his face. Ye Duhong left and came back soon. When Ye Duhong was sitting on the eaves again, the sun was gushing out. This kind of

Beautiful scenery is rare in life. Ye Duhong and Cao'er realized together that they cherished these times.

I heard a sizzling sound not far away. Someone was cooking. The aroma of the food floated far away and was smelled by Ye Duhong. Ye Duhong's mouth watered. He wanted to eat this dish. Based on his sense of smell, Ye Duhong

I knew that this dish was stir-fried pork with garlic moss. The Spring Festival left a deep impression on Ye Duhong. As long as it was the Chinese New Year there, Ye Duhong would be excited. Throughout the year, only the Chun Festival was the best day to eat.

The clothes are the latest. On the first day of the New Year, Ye Duhong will be arranged by his father to practice swordsmanship in the yard. Ye Duhong still remembers the long sword with a cold light. He still remembers so many mornings when he breathed the cool air.

To be honest, Ye Duhong's swordsmanship was very minor at the time, but he could move freely and freely in the yard. He could really feel an incoherent pleasure when dancing the long sword.

, this transparent joy has made Ye Duhong remember it to this day. What Ye Duhong called a long sword at that time was actually a short sword, but Ye Duhong was young and short at that time. In his eyes, that sword

A short sword is a long sword. The same thing happens to other objects, such as the rose flowers in the yard and the tall sycamore tree. They are not towering trees in Cheng Ren's eyes, but you don't

I know that in Ye Duhong's eyes at that time, how fragrant the rose flowers were and how unattainable the sycamore trees were. Those days have long passed, and they were Ye Duhong's own days, except for Ye Duhong

Who else would remember those little moments, so many of Ye Duhong's feelings are unique, and only he knows the taste of them. Looking back on these, it does not mean that Ye Duhong wants to go back to those childhood memories.

In yin, I just say that when you look back, the things in time and space all emit their own light, some strong and some weak. When people recall all the things in the past, they are the most sober. People will think of a table.

, a backpack, a few slaps, a few kicks of shoes, abuse, beatings, pretense and narcissism, fighting and chasing, playing and laughing together, when facing the things displayed in memory, people's mood will change accordingly.

All kinds of changes will occur depending on the focus. No matter what, whether it is happy or unhappy, whether it is memorable or not memorable, it has passed. Close your eyes with a sense of ritual and treat it as if everything is the same.

Return to emptiness.

The stir-fried pork with garlic moss was ready. The smell was more fragrant and tempting than what he remembered from the same year. Ye Duhong swallowed and turned around to get out of the house.

Ye Duhong sneaked into the kitchen and was waiting for the stir-fried pork with garlic moss to be poured on the plate. Ye Duhong turned around, reached out to grab the edge of the plate, and hid in a corner. He smelled the aroma of steamed buns, so he ran over and opened the pot when no one was paying attention.

He put four big steamed buns on skewers with long chopsticks. Ye Duhong came out of the kitchen, ran all the way under the eaves, and climbed onto the roof. He put the fried pork with garlic moss on the tiles, and put the steamed buns on a piece of paper.

, while Cao'er was eating, Ye Duhong took out another glass of sake from his arms. The two of them ate and drank, and finished their breakfast happily.

When he was in Guyu Town, Ye Duhong didn't eat breakfast for a long time. The reason was that he omitted the time for breakfast. No matter whether he went to bed early or went to bed late, getting up late was inevitable. From Ye Duhong's perspective in the future,

This is a very bad habit. When he still had this bad habit, he slept until very late every day. When he got up to eat, it was already the time for others to have lunch. Several times, Ye Duhong got up.

Later, I realized that it was noon, and I felt very hateful. Why did I get up so late? Is it so difficult to get up early to have breakfast? Ye Duhong hated himself for not eating breakfast for a long time. Ye Duhong thought about it, one day

, you can have a steaming breakfast.

Ye Duhong had breakfast on the roof. The sun had just come out at this time. After having breakfast so early, Ye Duhong was very satisfied and happy. The warm sunshine made Ye Duhong want to take a rest, so he closed his eyes.

After squinting for a while, Cao'er and him were back to back. After squinting for a while, the two of them opened their eyes, and the sunlight had become warmer. This was really a good time.

Ye Duhong once defined a good time as blue sky, white clouds, and flowing water. Once, he was lying on a wooden cart, looking at the blue sky and white clouds and daydreaming. It seemed that the day was blue for him, and the clouds seemed to be white for him.

The clouds were moving, performing a show for himself. At that time, Ye Duhong's heart was empty. He just looked at the clouds that day, and endless joy overwhelmed him. I'm afraid he would never feel that way again in his life.

Ye Duhong, who was on the roof at this time, completely felt that kind of comfort, but the comfort at this time had a mature meaning, and it had long lost its innocence.

On this day, Ronggui Manor held a flower viewing event. The porters brought various precious potted flowers from other places down the mountain. The pots were placed in the garden. Important people in Ronggui Manor attended the flower viewing event. Ye Duo

Hong and Cao'er sat on the eaves and looked at the clothes of those people. Some were furry, some were bright, some were long, some had exposed shoulders, some were wide, and some were tight. They were really good at dressing.

Fully reflecting the charm of the body, Ye Duhong noticed that all these people were women.

Ye Duhong touched his head, why are they all women? Cao'er pointed at the strong men carrying poles and said, aren't they men? Ye Duhong said, they are men, I mean, why are the leaders all women?

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Indeed, in Ronggui Manor, they are all women. The most important thing in the lives of these women is to enrich their lives. They will eat good food, drink good drinks, wear good clothes, and fancy good things.

programs, listen to good music, and what needs to be explained is that they will send people to other places under the mountain to select first-class men in appearance, body, temperament, etc., and bring them to the snowy mountains to have sex with them. Of course, this kind of thing is not said publicly.

Yes, but none of the porters knew that.

Ye Duhong smiled and said, this Ronggui Manor can really be called a daughter's country. Cao'er smiled and said nothing.

The people under the house walked, stood, sat, laughed and talked politely. All the elements on their bodies revealed their cultivation. These people looked at the flowers in the garden while sitting at the table. There were tall flowers and short flowers.

Yes, those pots are square, round, or triangular, and the petals are oval, round, rectangular, trapezoidal, pentagonal, or hexagonal. These flowers are so strange and unique. Where can I find them in Ye Duhong?

However, his eyes were as big as flower pots. Cao'er said, what are you looking at? Ye Duhong said, I'm looking at the flowers. Cao'er thought he was looking at the woman underneath. Ye Duhong said, I was looking at the flowers, below.
Chapter completed!