Tang Yicai shared the longevity with Yun Fang, the little paper crane dissuaded but failed, Yu Qingchen thought that she should not interfere in this matter, Zhong Huaiqing did not want to be a villain, I don't know if when Yun Fang is finished for five thousand years, will he regret his long life without hesitation.

There are no more than 5,000 years, excluding the more than 1,000 years of cultivation and the hundreds of years that have only passed, more than 3,000 years is really not long or short, and it is extremely embarrassing among the demon clan.

When Yu Qingchen went to pick up the little paper crane once, he also heard that the prince who died of old age like a normal human has been reincarnated, and when he calculates the time, it seems that he should grow into a little boy of eleven or twelve years old.

Although it wasn't the first time, Zhong Huaiqing still wanted to sigh, the grass and tree elves were indeed the sons and daughters of the Heavenly Dao, apart from them, what else could they share their lifespan with other creatures?

Even if the upper limit of the lifespan of both parties after sharing is cut off at 5,000 years, and one party dies of old age and the other party will inevitably die, it will also be opened, prince, ahh

Seclusion is seclusion, he is not deaf and blind, even if Tang Yicai has to leave behind some of the careers he has worked hard for, it is worth living in seclusion with his wife all year round.

There is the sound of the piano meandering and flowing away, paving a courtyard of moonlight, the murmuring of the stream spring, the murmuring with the clouds and the fog dispersed, the peony pavilion, the magnificent and rich unattainable, the begonia with dew, the delicate posture of the automaton, the red plum remnant snow, the scorching Ling Han dark fragrance, can not withstand a phoenix chirping, clear over the thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, but when it sounded again, it was scattered and broken, not in tune, and barely able to make out one or two rhythms, but the errors and omissions were everywhere, intermittent, immature and impatient, which were clearly visible in Zhong Huaiqing's ears.

With some softness in his eyes, he turned around and walked to the backyard, starting from Yu Qingchen began to try to teach the little paper crane to play the piano, such a scene will happen every day, although Yu Qingchen can't play for long in this situation, he can be regarded as a feast for his ears, only to know how thrilling the endless years have been piled up.

Originally, Zhong Huaiqing should have taught more, but in the matter of the little paper crane, Yu Qingchen's patience was much more than him, so it was Yu Qingchen who was conscientious, Zhong Huaiqing fished for three days and dried the net for two days, just by chance.

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