Chapter 144: Tranquility Gives Birth to Flowers

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But most of the people in this world are mortals, mortals always lack self-discipline, and mortals are poor and only have time left, so that they are careless in squandering.

Those who are otherworldly, who are born in seconds, and those who are mediocre are old and rotten.

Time is the most expensive and cheapest wonderful thing in the world.

Perhaps the reason why the season is a little deeper, the sun on a sunny afternoon is very light.

The warm light and wind diffuse from the screen window, and the sound and color are very quiet, like autumn whispers.

The little young master surnamed Bai sat in the pile of books, holding the book, his clean food and ring finger sandwiched the lower right corner of the cover, and flipped through it with dignity and concentration.

This is an extremely old book.

The spine of the bound book was pricked by the burrs worn by the years, and its pages were yellow, and they were no longer neatly arranged, and it looked like a beautiful old man, with loose skin, vicissitudes of life, and a weak posture as if it were about to loosen at any moment.

This is indeed a rare book, a surprise that Bai An accidentally discovered when he sorted out his father's collection.

This is the original manuscript of the Strange Chronicles of the Gods.,The category is exactly what he needs.,The fonts in the ranks and columns are all old.,The ancient style is very strong.,It's a rare fun.,Just scratched his itch.。

Counting Bai An's picky taste for being habitually cultivated by the system, it can also be called a pleasure that is hard to find, so it is not surprising that he gets carried away by reading a book.

Obsessed with literature can be regarded as a question of Wen Qing's hat, things that don't threaten the host's life, they don't call it a problem in the eyes of Zero, look at him, sink down and save energy, and don't remind him, happy to let Bai An consume time to cultivate his sentiments, how can he care that this idiot forgets the so-called business.

The planned three days to finish a book, three days and nights have passed, and the computer in the bedroom is full of manuscripts.

The documents are all relatively finished drafts, which are excellent and qualified, which is the entire book of "Avenue Retrograde", and it only owes a finishing touch.

Summing up the revision, this is the right thing for him to do.

Just this east wind can ride the wind and waves to burn the company camp and turn him upside down.

can be diligent for two days, seeing how much effort you can end, but the progress bar is dead at this juncture - Bai An is lingering in the gentle hometown of literature drunk and dreaming of death, not knowing the spring and autumn.

With the state of the little master, the sky can be left behind when the sky falls, how can he care about this vulgar utilitarian gain and loss.

Time flew by, and the afternoon sun rose by three points, and he didn't change his sitting position.

Fortunately, the spirit does not know the cold and the heat, but the noble body of his second ancestor knows the day and the night.

Just subconsciously leaned back on the half-height stack of books, and with a click, the stiff waist board under time made a common wail with his heart.

Bai An's face turned blue in pain.

After a stalemate for a while, he dared to put down the book, and carefully waited to soften the old man's waist.

After the pain passed, Bai An's heart also calmed down, and he finally remembered when he looked at the sun outside the window...... Something to do.

After a while, he got up and went to catch up on the manuscript.

Time does not treat people, years do not follow me.

Wasting time is not the same as liking to waste time, in fact, Bai An himself understands the preciousness of this thing better than anyone else - his time is bought from the system at a cost, no matter how many years or seconds, he cannot afford to waste it.

Bang bang

Even if you see the mountain, if you really want to get to the destination, it will take a long time and a long way.

As soon as Bai An's keyboard was struck, it hit the sunset.

Then he hurriedly stretched, looked through it, and sent hundreds of thousands of words to the updated chapters.

The whole process, without a trace of softness.

At this point, the whole book of "Journey to the West: Retrograde", which consumed countless of his energy, came to an end.

Bai An rubbed his temples, pulled out his chair, and went downstairs without any thoughts, regardless of what kind of uproar on the Internet caused after his big stone was dropped.

He went downstairs to see Xiao Yueyue.

A few days ago, he took the little girl from the hospital to his home, because Old Man Hong came back.

It's close to care, it's easy to treat, and more importantly, he likes the kid.

There are nannies and nurses in the villa, a professional medical room, and Mr. Hong and him, which is enough to support the scene, so the little girl's parents are not allowed to live together.

The ordinary little couple obviously didn't have the courage to live in such a mansion.

Bai An didn't care about them, and he didn't like strangers stationed in his territory, so he pushed the boat.

Xiao Yueyue was sitting on the sofa in the living room when she heard the sound of someone coming down from upstairs, and when she looked at it, she smiled at him very sweetly.

At this time, the TV was playing "Brainless and Unhappy".

The two naughty elementary school students are the same age as Xiao Yue'er, continuing their arrogance and naturalness as always, and also continuing their omnipotence - their strong vitality jumped to the screen of this different world.

The two bear children are always doing all kinds of things, and there is nothing that is not messed up, and they are happy to do this, jumping one pit after another, and making trouble happily.

The little girl watched intently.

She still couldn't speak, but her eyes were focused, and there was a soft-hearted joy, and she loved their energy.

Bai An looked a little tired, he touched the little girl's head, leaned on the sofa and seemed to be asleep.

His tomorrow will be predictable, and there will be many.

Because tomorrow is his birthday.

Bai An's fifteenth birthday, roughly calculated, is also the twenty-seventh birthday of Levi VII.

Li Weiqi and Bai An's birthdays happened to be on the same day.

But in the end, it is also different.

The year varies.

………

When Yang Zi found Bai An on the edge of the playground, he was sitting on the uneven bars, and his two long legs were swaggering like that, which was very leisurely.

Behind him was a row of tall ginkgo biloba growing against the fence, countless autumn-dyed leaves, swaying in the wind, and the clear autumn sun shining on his forehead, shaking his eyelashes on his white face in a trance.

The shadow is detached from the eyelashes and leaves, and the shape of the print is delicate.

Yang Zi looked at it, and suddenly became even more angry, angry from the dignity of women.

- This little broken boy changed classes without saying a word, a boy has longer eyelashes than all the girls in the school.

So, she screamed menacingly: "Hey!"

As he wished, the people on the uneven bars looked at it all of a sudden, and Yang Zi's mouth was pursed all of a sudden. After a pause, she raised her chin, her ponytail as active and flamboyant as her own.

She's running out of words.

Suddenly, when she met those eyes, or perhaps saw the dazzling face as hazy as the shadow, she suddenly forgot what to say.

On the back of the ginkgo tree and the fence is a red plastic track, on which there are students running in physical education class, and the sound of clattering is continuous.

It's a little bit noisy.

Bai An gently bent his eyes, smiled, and was very quiet: "Yang Zi." ”

The 800-meter old project, for this group of students who are either in the classroom or at home, is strenuous and boring, clicking, like her heartbeat.

In a year's time, Bai An has grown a lot taller, a few centimeters short of 1.8 meters, and his legs are very long.

The baby fat on his face has also receded, and he no longer looks like a childish child.

He has a temperament extracted from suffering, like a thousand sails, but not dead, fresh and tranquil, very beautiful.

So when he smiled, Yang Zi's face turned red.

PS: Stop whipping corpses (ーー ゙), and, Happy New Year's Day!