At Donghai International Airport, Ye Qiu's hands were empty, and his demeanor was leisurely walking in the exit passage.

In the hurried crowd, it is very conspicuous.

This time I returned to the East China Sea, and I was alone, and no one picked me up.

Out of the airport, he reached out and flagged down a taxi.

After the driver stopped the car, Ye Qiu opened the back door, lowered his head and bent down to get in.

"Sir, are you visiting the East China Sea?"

The driver slowly started the car and asked casually.

"Hehe, I'll go home. ”

Ye Qiu smiled slightly, and there was a hint of warmth and nature in his smile.

When this sentence blurted out, he felt relieved and relaxed like never before.

Ye Qiu leaned on the back seat leisurely, enjoying the scenery outside the window.

Looking at the familiar city street scene and breathing the familiar air, I feel inexplicably grounded.

Previously, in the course of his mission, he had traveled to numerous cities.

But there is no other city that can compare to the East China Sea.

Those cities may be more prosperous and beautiful than the East China Sea.

But no matter how beautiful the city is, in his eyes, there is always a lack of intimacy.

Only the city in front of him can make Ye Qiu feel the warmth and comfort of a tired bird returning to the forest.

The city, the view, it doesn't matter.

The important thing is the one who lives in the city.

A pretty face comes to mind.

Sometimes strong and arrogant, sometimes gentle and considerate, sometimes pretty and creamy, sometimes enthusiastic like fire.

A smile and a smile made him worry.

In the sweet memories, the taxi drove to the doorstep.

Opening the car door, Ye Qiu walked down.

Look up at the familiar villa, the courtyard full of memories.

He stretched out his finger and pressed it lightly on the fingerprint lock at the door.

Click!

The iron fence opened, and he walked in.

Because it was winter, the neat lawn was covered with yellow leaves.

Sister Hua, the only nanny in the family, followed the Li family's grandchildren back to her hometown.

So, no one cleaned the yard either.

Following the stone-paved aisle, Ye Qiu came to the front of the living room.

Stretching out his hands, he gently pushed the door open.

After leaving the East China Sea for a few days, except for the surface of the furniture, it was covered with a shallow layer of dust.

Other than that, it's business as usual.

Entering the living room, he sat on the sand and looked around.

In my heart, a strange feeling suddenly welled up.

It was as if he felt that something was waiting for him to do.

Following this feeling, he picked up the rag on the table and went to the scrubbing room.

Turn on the faucet and rinse the rag a bit.

Then, back in the living room, I wiped down the table with a clear eye.

This scene, if it is seen by outsiders.

Surely, it will surprise the eyeballs of the ground.

The dignified adjudicator, the famous god of killers, a generation of strong men who dominate the world and are difficult to meet opponents, is like a family man, hunched over and wiping the table.

This fresh picture is absolutely beyond everyone's imagination.

Even Li Mengyao probably couldn't predict that this gentleman would have a day when he would clean the house.

really responded to that sentence, and the refined steel was soft around the fingers.

I saw that Ye Qiu finished wiping the table very seriously.

Then, he shook the mop and began the work of mopping the floor.

In fact, in terms of Ye Qiu's current ability, even if he cleans by himself, there is a simpler and faster way.

However, he was like an ordinary person, bending over with his head down and dragging the floor.

It looks like it's fun.

The force between the hands is controlled like a normal person.

Otherwise, with a little force, the mop would have broken into a few knots.

One, two, three or four.

The corners of his mouth pursed slightly, and a warm smile was pursed.

It took him an hour to clean the living room inside and out.

The garbage was sorted again, put it in a garbage bag, and carried it out the door.

His gaze lingered for a moment in the courtyard full of fallen leaves.

Ye Qiu put down the garbage bag, turned around and walked to the door of the warehouse.

Open the door and punch a large broom from the inside.

Turning back to the courtyard, he began to sweep the fallen leaves from the ground.

The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses.

Ask you, how can you be?

Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, leisurely see the South Mountain.

The mountain weather is good, and the birds are returning.

There is a true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to distinguish it.

A Tao Yuanming's idyllic poem involuntarily recited from his mouth.

Mentality, tranquility and serenity.

Emotional, leisurely and contented.

Although he lives in the world, he forgets the disturbances of the world.

The heart does not think of the field of fame and fortune, and does not mean that it is the door of the powerful, and it will never enter the world and abandon the world.

That kind of tranquil and leisurely state of mind immersed Ye Qiu in it.

In my mind, I suddenly had a little realization.

What is red dust and what is birth?

The two are just in the middle of a thought.

The state of mind is clear and refined, even if he is in the red dust, he is still a born person.

Otherwise, even if you hide in the deep mountains and old forests and hide from the mundane of the outside world, how can you cut off the dust in your heart.

For Ye Qiu, it is a kind of tempering to be happy and enmity for thousands of miles.

In ordinary life, it is also a kind of practice to meditate and comprehend the bits and pieces.

When he reaches this realm, his feelings are like shadows, and tempering is everywhere.

The sunlight reflects on the forehead, reflecting a trace of crystal clear color.

The body is like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and flawless, bright and vast.

Qi and blood are hidden without a trace, and every move does not leak out the slightest strength.

Cleaning the fallen leaves in the courtyard, my ears seem to remember the sound of morning bells and dusk drums.

Boundless falling trees, Xiao Xiao is endless, and the Yangtze River is rolling.

Ye Qiu's mind was quiet and peaceful, but his thoughts were like a real dragon, soaring through the world.

There is movement in stillness, and there is stillness in movement.

With his body as the center, the air around him seemed to become much warmer.

The cold wind of winter, before it even blows, is already warm.

Rushing!

In the courtyard, there is only the sound of fallen leaves being swept away.

In this noisy city, a place of tranquility has been opened.

Ye Qiu's eyes stared at the fallen leaves on the ground, waving the broom in his hand.

Every movement seems so casual and comfortable.

It seems that what he swept away was not the fallen leaves, but the dust in his heart.

The body is a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, don't make dust.

As time passed, the fallen leaves on the ground were decreasing.

When the fallen leaves were swept away, Ye Qiu leaned on the broom, squinted his eyes, and looked up at the sunset in the sky.

Wisps of sunlight ingest into the pupils, as if absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

Light enters the body and nourishes the mind.

During the trip to Nanyang, the bloody aura left on Ye Qiu's body gradually faded.

The world that comes into my eyes seems to have undergone subtle changes.

The surrounding scenery is much more alive.

The connection between man and heaven and earth seems to have become closer.

Temperament, integrated in this piece of world.

A breath ejected from his mouth.

The white rainbow flashed and disappeared, just like thunder and lightning.

Click!

A section of rotten wood, chopped down and fell to the ground.

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