So she thought she might open an inn.

The inn is open by the river, you can make a cup of tea and listen to the flowing water.

The next morning, she began to walk out of the woods.

She walked, didn't fly.

Because she also wants to walk through the mountains and rivers like a person.

Walking in the scenery is completely different from flying over.

She didn't know how to tell it, but she felt that there were some things that she had never found out before.

Perhaps, there is not only touching love in the world, but also this boundless scenery.

She went from a no-man's land to a place where there were small villages.

The village makes a living from fishing.

There are countless peach blossoms on both sides of the river.

When the breeze blew, the flowers on the trees fell one after another, and it looked like an ethereal dream.

People rowed boats slowly from the peach blossom rain, like a dream man returning.

She looked at the direction of the river, and it seemed that there were people gathering downstream, so she exchanged the silver jewelry on her body for a small boat, and staggered away into the distance.

The river flowed forward, past the wheat fields, through the woods, through the homes, and finally, all the way down.

The river was flat until it suddenly accelerated and flowed downward.

She sat on the boat and watched the boat collide with the current to create a white rapid, which looked like a pile of snow, and looked very beautiful, just like this chaotic world.

Mountains, rivers.

It's all in sight.

Until the next evening, a golden sun became dull, and seemed to set on the other side of the mountain, and she reached the shore.

Both sides of the shore are lined with rows of houses, cars and horses come and go on the road, and there are countless people watching and selling there on the long street, so it is not lively.

Standing on the street, she saw the freshly baked steamed buns from the steamed bun shop, and the smell of beef coming from the beef noodle restaurant next to her.

She hesitated, walked into the beef restaurant, took out the silver that had been exchanged for jewelry in advance, and asked for a bowl of beef noodles.

At that time, the last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the western sky, and the lights were on.

She ate a bowl of hot and fragrant beef noodles, looked at the crowd coming and going on the street, and felt very nostalgic.

Out of the beef noodle restaurant, she walked to the nearby steamed bun shop and bought three steamed buns.

The buns were still hot, she thought, and she would wait until she had gone back to eat them.

The world is truly a wonderful world.

People often use the word bizarre to describe the demon world and the fairy world, but they don't know that in the eyes of demons and fairies, the world is the real bizarre.

The streamer poured down on the ground, and she walked forward with the breeze, and there were countless people in front of her, who were laughing and scolding, all different.

However, no matter what kind of person you are, you are always cute.

Stay out of the crowd and blend in with the crowd.

Perhaps, the reason why she is so worryless is because of this!

How many years later, she once thought that her indifference back then was just because she didn't devote herself wholeheartedly to this vast world!

If she had met him at that time, perhaps, she would have been like those mortals, laughing and scolding, crying and crying.

People, people outside of the body, are not real people.

There is no real chic in the world that everyone lives.

Everyone lives in shackles, some people live in the shackles of their relatives, some people live in the shackles of their lovers, some people live in the shackles of desires, and some people live in the shackles of powerful people, but they all live in their own shackles.

At that time, she didn't actually understand what the so-called people were and how the so-called people should live.

But if she had known that one day she would be in the same pain as a human being, she might have preferred not to be a short time rather than become a real person.

Later, she really opened an inn.

The inn is by the river.

Listen to the flowing water every day.

Whenever the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the entire river, she would sit in the attic and make a cup of tea and savor it slowly.

Knowing that one day, it was the Shangyuan Festival in the world, she stood on the river and saw that there were lanterns flying on the other side of the river, flying all over the night sky, very gorgeous, as if a fire had landed in the world.

She suddenly remembered the night when she first arrived in the world, she was squeezed by the crowd to the end of the river, and she saw the same scene.

But at this time, she was not in a hurry, she wanted to go and see, but she was not in a hurry.

When she came to the world, she knew something called fate,

If you see it, it may be fate, if you don't see it, then maybe, it is not fate.

The world is chaotic, why should you always be in such a hurry.

She descended from the attic and rowed a small boat across the river.

By the time we got to the other side of the river, the shore was already full of people.

She slowly made her way through the crowd, and then looked up to see her eyes full of warm lanterns.

This time, she suddenly understood how the lantern floated.

It's not that someone is pretending to be a ghost, but because someone put a candle in the lantern, and the candle is lit to produce heat, and the heat fills the lamp, and it makes the lantern float.

Looking at the lanterns in the distance, she stood there with a shallow smile on her cheeks.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she saw a person not far away, looked at the lantern, and then showed a satisfied smile on her face, and then walked to the riverside and untied the boat by the river and left.

She understood at a glance that the lantern was made by this person.

It's just that she doesn't know what this person's intention is to make these lanterns and then create such a scene.

Is it just to make everyone happy?

She thought it could, but she thought it might have other intentions.

Walking to the river, she also untied the boat and rowed slowly.

She followed him, not too far away, but not too close.

She didn't know why she was doing this, but she felt a little wanted to follow him and see what he was going to do.

He went ashore, and so did she.

He walked down the long street, and there didn't seem to be any special destination.

The breeze on the long street blew from the street, and he walked among the pedestrians, extremely comfortable.

Seemingly, there is something happy about it.

What's the joy of that?

For some reason, she was a little happy.

Also, a little curious.

Usually, although she likes to walk around, she just walks around.

There was no one like him who could get himself to follow.

There are a few flowers and trees on both sides of the street, and when the wind blows, they all fall all over the sleeves of their clothes.

Not her sleeves, but his.

He stood there, dressed in a moon-white robe sprinkled with the bright moonlight, looking even more radiant, like a person who had come out of a picture scroll.

Tonight, what night, see this beloved.

Maybe the moonlight was too good tonight, she thought!

Walking through the crowd, she felt every time that they might be scattered by the crowd, maybe she walked through the crowd, and he didn't know anything for a long time.

But for some reason, it's very coincidental.

Every time, when she walked out of the crowd, she could see him not far away with a casual glance.

For the first time, she felt that maybe there was providence in this world.

That night he traveled all over town, sometimes standing and sometimes strolling through the streets.

She followed, but she didn't feel enough.

I don't understand why I keep following this person.

It's just that for some reason, she always likes the way he looks up and smiles.

The first time I saw it was under a flower tree on the street.

The breeze crossed the street, the flowers and trees were crumbling, he happened to stand under the flowers and trees to stop, and when he looked up, the petals of the trees were falling one after another, and at that time, the corners of his lips hooked up a shallow smile, just like this moonlit night with the breeze blowing.

It's beautiful, it's beautiful.

Later, when the crowd dispersed, he was still walking.

She cast a stealth spell and still followed him.

His robe floated leisurely behind him, his cheeks were as white as jade, and his bones were immortal, as if he wanted to flutter and become immortals.

Soon after, there were few people on the streets.

He kept walking ahead to an inn.

After entering the inn, he booked a room and went upstairs to rest.

And she stood outside the inn and waited for a long time before pretending to be indifferent and went in, and also booked a room.

That room, as it happens, was right next door to him.

She went upstairs cautiously, even opening the door so carefully.

That night, she couldn't sleep.

Even more than the night of drifting into the red forest.

At that time, she missed the fireworks in the world, the traffic, and the firewood, rice, oil, salt, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

And now, she doesn't know what she's missing.

Or, in fact, it should be something to expect.

So, what exactly are you expecting?

She didn't really know.

I don't know what to expect, maybe, it's looking forward to tomorrow's sunrise, or maybe it's looking forward to the shallow breathing sound in the silent night!

She lit a lamp in front of the table, and the lamp went on until it fell.

One night, like a dream.

She stood there looking at the morning sun in the distance and also at the street outside.

Looking at the rising sun little by little, a little bright and dazzling, watching more and more people on the street, and more and more cars and horses.

The day, which seemed to start a little flustered, made her panic, so she didn't know what she should do in the sun.

It seems that only with the moonlight as a cover, she can be unscrupulous.

On this day, he did not go out.

He's been in the inn all the time.

She used a spell to look into his room and saw that he was having breakfast.

The child passed by her door and asked her if she wanted to eat, so she also ordered a few dishes to come to the room to eat.

In the middle of the morning, she saw him reading.

He sat on the edge of the bed, the window open, and the golden sunlight poured down the floor.

And he was dressed in white, unstained with dust, and sat there, the hem of his clothes scattered at random.

He looked extremely attentive, but that appearance made people feel even more charming.

In the world, she has seen a lot of good-looking people, and in the inn, there are all kinds of people who come and go every day.

There are not a few handsome people.

However, she just thought he was special.

She didn't know why.

After thinking about it carefully, she guessed whether it was just because he did the first surprise she came to the world, so she paid attention to him like this.

But maybe it's a little too much?

However, she didn't want to leave now.

She didn't know what she was doing, she just wanted to sit here quietly and look at him.

It seems that he loves to read books and spends the morning reading.

It seems that she also likes to watch him read, and it seems that she has been watching him read all morning.

Curious, what will he do at night?

Is it to create a surprise full of surprises again, attracting the attention of countless people, and then he quietly leaves and swims the long street alone?

She thought it might.

But she didn't expect that even though it was a repeat thing, she was still so elated, even very much looking forward to it.

When did she become so boring?

I like to watch things like this repetitive.

In the past, she didn't like to look at the same thing over and over again.

She loves to wander around and look around.

Loved the beautiful view.

And for some reason, when she saw him, she seemed willing to give up all the scenery.

In the afternoon, he finally went out.

She had eaten her fill, lay on the bed and watched him quietly, and saw him walk out.

And she wasn't in a hurry to get out.

She waited a short time before she walked out.

The shopkeeper greeted her politely, she smiled and agreed, and then walked out into the street.

The streets are full of traffic.

She stood there, looking for his location.

When he left, she threw a little thing on him, so she could know where he was.

Slowly and leisurely walked towards the crowd.

Then he walked through the vast crowd.

She noticed that he seemed to be heading towards a valley.

It's a little weird, but I walked over anyway.

When she reached the valley, the wind blew from the mountains, and she stood on top of the valley, searching for his position.

After looking around, I spotted him.

And he sat beside a stream, and just sat cross-legged like that, closing his eyes and listening.

He's in ............ Listening to the sound of the stream?

Is it rare to see such a person, running so far just to hear the sound of the stream?

Maybe yes.

So she went a little farther and sat down beside the stream.

While listening to the stream flowing slowly in my ears, I listened to the mountain breeze blowing not far away.

streams, and the surroundings are quieter.

The breeze brushed his cheeks as if he were caressing.

When she was born, her mother died, and before that, her father unfortunately died.

From birth, she was an orphan.

But I also stumbled and grew up like this.

It's just that I haven't known what family affection is.

She has no relatives.

It's just that she practices spells with the children in the clan, but no one likes to be with her.

She's not the teacher's favorite child, either.

Her talent is average, but her personality is very cold.

She didn't know how to socialize and play with the children, and she always liked to stand alone in the woods with her head down.

She is an unsociable person.