The garden and the soil, although in the same city, are separated by seven or eight small towns. From the distance, it seems a little far.

Of course, Yuan, is also for mortals, and for the powerful Yi Zhongqing, it is just a simple thought, or a symbolic step.

So, she moved lightly and took another step.

There is no transience, no passage through space, just an ordinary step.

This step, only a little more than a meter, looking for the ordinary, simple, perhaps should not be said to be a step, but should be walking, like a mortal.

Her bright eyes, always looking there, never moved, her beautiful face, like frost and snow, cold and pure.

It's just that, in Yi's bright eyes, her slender eyelashes flutter imperceptibly. The indifferent face seems to have a soft aura mixed with it.

She was still walking, one step at a time, and one step at a time. With mortal steps, it's just a little unnatural.

She walked very slowly, like a lady in ancient times seeing her beloved lover, obviously the two sides were only a few steps apart, but she was forced out of a feeling called a different world.

Then she took many steps again.

When she met the flower bed, she stepped over and touched the tree, and she passed through until her figure disappeared at the end of the garden.

No one in the garden could see Yi Zhongqing, so it was as quiet as ever.

However, even if it is a green mountain, there is a season of dry yellow, and even if it is green water, there is a time when it is muddy.

There are really too many accidents in this world, so many that they are a bit ordinary.

"Ziyu, what are you looking at?" a strong and nice woman's voice resounded in the quiet garden.

"Aunt Meng, let's go back. Although it was a tone word, the man's voice seemed unmistakable.

But the woman was tougher: "The girl hasn't come yet, you can't go"

The man was very clear about the woman's character, so he could only nod helplessly.

Ten minutes later, .......

……

There is a bustling commercial street out of the garden, and there is an art shop on the commercial street.

There is an old owner in good spirits, and two young customers are welcome outside the store, beautiful and handsome.

The man asked, "Boss, I want a piece of paper." ”

The boss was surprised and said, "Oh, I have all kinds of rice paper, watercolor paper, gouache paper, sketch paper, ...... here."

The man interrupted him: "I want the best paper." “

The boss squinted slightly, and after glancing at the man, he got up and took out a blank piece of paper from the bathroom, stretched out his hand and handed it over, and his voice was soft:

"A million ....... ”

The paper was still floating in the boss's hand, and the man felt that he was floating.

Because there was a little trance in the spirit, and then the man marched, and then he levied again.

When he recovered, he looked at the piece of paper, the size of a palm, but it was as white as snow, and the dots of water stains dotted it like frost.

In hindsight, the man was very happy and felt that the boss understood his mind very well.

The most desirable is naturally the most expensive.

So the man quickly transferred the money and took the paper from the boss.

The boss is not stupid, he saw the man's life, so he released the bait that suited him best, and the man was not stupid, but he couldn't refuse this piece of paper like frost and snow, so he took the bait.

Since a gentleman can deceive him, then of course he can also deceive him, so the boss can bully him.

One makes a big profit, the other is satisfied, and the transaction is perfect!!。

The woman watched silently and did not say anything. Of course, as a senior cadre of the country, she loves the motherland and serves the people, but when she sees the boss's profiteer's behavior, her heart is not very perfect.

But who calls one willing to sell and one willing to buy? And there is no deception in between, everything is so open and transparent.

She thought about it, and actually chewed out a bit of truth.

Women buy clothes, men buy luxury cars, don't they only buy the most expensive, not the best?

The most expensive is the best, and the best is not what you want to buy the most.

However, a profiteer is a profiteer, and a profiteer fell on Ziyu.

"Hmph, hmph. The woman snorted softly in her heart, she could already imagine the dismal operation of this store in the future.

……

Junziyu walked out of the store, and Meng Xinyan followed.

The streets are full of people.

There are women who walk and smile easily, and there are men who are limp and tired. There are children who look at their favorite toys and show longing eyes, and there are also peasant parents who take out the triangle and make up a few ten yuan. There are miserable begging, in the corner, there are desperate performers, in the field, there are those who enjoy, in the push of the snack bar, and there are also sad, in the scratch newsstand.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, Jun Ziyu tightened his eyebrows, he only felt a little noisy.

A breeze blew, Jun Ziyu soothed his face and left with a relaxed step. He was going to find a bookstore.

Meng Xinqing is also going back to her job, and she has a lot of things to do.

"Bang dang....... ”

A loud bang came from behind the two of them at an inopportune time, somewhat deafening.

Junziyu turned around, and so did Meng Xinqing.

"Hehehe, I'm sorry to disturb the two of you. I saw that the old boss walked around the counter while talking, and acted like a young man in his twenties, and strode outside the store.

The boss came to a wooden plaque, picked it up with one hand, put it on his lips, and blew it gently.

"Hoo ......"

The dust flew and fell, and the handwriting on it was blurry and legible.

Jun Ziyu and Meng Xinyan's eyes naturally fell on the wooden plaque.

Looking at the eye-catching two words that entered the wood, Meng Xinqing said to herself in her heart:

"The sky is measured ....... “

Jun Ziyu slowly bent down and bowed, and the old man nodded slightly and turned to leave.

……

……

Yi Zhong came to the top of the earth, and the dust that had not yet dispersed suddenly disappeared, and a fresh and pleasant smell permeated it.

This is a farmhouse field that has been abandoned for many years, and the vast fields seem to have no edge, and the cracked yellow soil shines like butter in the sun, and the town is not far away, but it gives people a desolate taste that is rarely inhabited.

In front of Yi Zhongqing, there was a humanoid black hole, and under it lay a well-preserved corpse, which was as white as jade, glowing with a faint brilliance, and exuding an aura called immortality.

Thousands of years have passed in a flash, and time seems to be able to really dilute everything and soothe all emotions.

Yi's cold and beautiful face became even more indifferent, and her eyes pierced through the dirt, calmly looking at him lifelessly.

An uncontrollable flash of images flashed in the sea of spiritual consciousness.

At that time, she was just a pool of uncultivated Qingshui spirits, and she lived a leisurely life because of the inaccessibility, until a man named Xiansheng appeared in her life, he made a fire next to her body to cook, and he also built a hut on top of her body, and he even jumped into her body, bathing and tossing.

She was embarrassed and indignant, feeling that this vulgar man was so annoying, but she couldn't help him, and had to get along with him day and night.

So there is a second picture, then a third, and a fourth......

Memories are like rolling stones in the mountains, once they start, they can't be stopped.

Love is like a poison, it is more poisonous than **, even if it is abstained for 10,000 years, but after that, even if it is just a glance, it can be regarded as a relapse.

A drop of clear dew slipped silently from her face and fell into the air, dissipating into nothingness.

Lovers see each other, but yin and yang are separated, and there is nothing sadder in the world than this.