year.

It is a time when a person is born, forgotten and remembered.

It's also a time for everything to take root.

This is a new era, which may really confirm Li Anshi's sentence, this is a new beginning, but this era is growing old every day, until the moment when you are so old that you can't straighten your waist, this era is over.

And what exactly is this era called? Maybe it has to be summed up from the beginning to the end, which are two words that mention tears pouring down like rain.

It was also destined to be.

One year is enough to change anything, what is loved and what is not loved, what is hated and what is not hated.

In the rolling yellow sand of Tibet.

In front of the declining old temple, the two people who never left from beginning to end were as firm as the yellow sand in the sky.

Sitting in front of the grave, Li Jackal raised his head, and a man was standing behind them, this man dressed in dust had a bandage on his face, only one eye was exposed, and he stood so strangely, without any murderous or aggressive aura on his body, but it really gave Li Jackal a terrifying feeling.

"Who are you?" Zhou Yanhua said coldly, compared to Li Jackal, Zhou Yanhua was more taboo about the man in front of her.

The man didn't answer, just looked at it.

Zhou Yanhua snorted coldly and stepped up, although Li Jackal desperately stopped him.

With just one punch, Zhou Yanhua fell like this, and this suffocating gap made Li Jackal look at it in a cold sweat, thinking about where this man was sacred.

But Li Jackal didn't think about it for long, and the man left without dragging his feet, leaving behind a thunderous approach.

Only a somewhat familiar back remains.

Beijing's red stars are shining, and this standing bar seems to have become a very iconic place.

This time the renovation reopened, the effect seems to be good, the excitement is extraordinary, there are countless big names to cheer, because the boss behind the scenes here is the core figure of this Qingcheng in Beijing, and the whole bar is almost full in less than 12 years.

But the most daunting table here is the Ma Xingtian table.

There were only six people at the table.

Ma Gotian, Li Yuan, ▼▼▼▼, m.≠.co↑m Li Anshi, the first two are all figures in the eyes of others who have been able to reach the sky in Beijing.

The latter three are Qi Donghai, who has been reduced to accompanying the wine, and Tang Guohui, who still has a rogue look, and Tang Guohui, who has a wooden expression.

"Boss Qi, the oil and water in the account today should be no less than six figures, right?" Li Anshi said with a smile on his face, judging from the current situation, this consumption rate is almost equivalent to pouring thousands of yuan of red wine down like water from a faucet.

"Li Shao, don't be sarcastic about me." Qi Donghai drank a cup of Remy Martin in one gulp, his face was bitter, but he was full of smiles, and the red star was able to achieve this effect, all because of many gimmicks.

"Does that guy upstairs sound familiar?" Li Yuan pointed to the second floor.

A table of people turned their heads to see the mediocre guy with a black cap full of bandages and only one eye showing out.

Ma Gotian narrowed his eyes slightly, this condescension seemed to remind him of a very unfamiliar scene.

Qi Donghai was shocked, in that familiar place, there used to be a person who loved to stand there, the dark horse of the Zhao family who everyone thought had died in the chaotic war, and the son-in-law of the Zhuo family.

Before a name could be called, the man disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, like a ghost, making people wonder if he was hallucinating.

"It's him." The leper, who had been silent, spit out two words lightly.

Although Tang Guohui didn't move, he followed silently.

"It's all fate." Li Yuan muttered, a long-lost smile on his face.

Ma Zhutian looked thoughtful, as if he remembered a story that was a long, long time ago, but this story died like this.

"Will you come back?" Li Anshi muttered.

There was no answer.

Qingfeng Investment, the name of Panda has become louder in Beijing and Beijing in just one year, and the circles around him have changed one after another, from the second generation to the third generation, from the second generation to the third generation, like a game of conquest, so that the panda can enjoy the fun that the people of Dou Shengmin can't imagine.

Sitting on the boss's chair in the building, you can see the extremely moving night view of Beijing through the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of you, and the panda thinks that this is the best place to see the night view of Beijing, of course, only for his height.

Just as the panda was sighing that he could sit in this position, the door creaked open, and the fat face that was suspected of being a smiling tiger was unhappy, and towards the door, a man wearing a black peaked cap and a bandage on his face was standing at the door.

The panda suddenly had a bad premonition, but there were more than a dozen security guards outside the door that he had spent a lot of money robbing, how did this man come in quietly.

"You... Who are you? The panda's voice trembled, perhaps at the end of the smell of death.

A dagger flew out of nowhere and nailed to the panda's neck, and the panda's eyes widened, but he could only vomit blood and could not speak, and could only slowly taste the taste of death.

This thriving celebrity in Beijing died unwillingly, and he didn't even say a word.

The night brought a gust of wind.

There was a man standing in front of the Zhao family ancestral hall in Beijing, just quietly looking at the spiritual position in front of him, the three words Zhao Baichuan hung in front of him, and the man showed too many things in one eye, as if he was looking at an old era, an old man with some stories.

The man moved his mouth, as if he had something, but no one would hear him in this empty place.

At the door of a nightclub, the drunken Gui San vomited, maybe everyone is changing this year, only this guy is still stubborn, he is willing to fall, but he has the most capital to go down, the Xia family's money, even if Gui San is desperately ruined for a lifetime, he may not be able to get rid of a fraction.

For Gu Sanlai, whether it is Xia Yunian's throne or Xia Changshou's throne, it is an insignificant matter, as long as he can reach out and ask for money, he can satisfy his satisfaction.

Maybe the mud can't support the wall, but Kamezo would rather fall like this.

Wiping his mouth, he stood up against the wall, and was about to go in again to fight his group of fox friends and dogs, when a strange figure attracted him.

The drunken Kamezo rubbed his eyes, as if he had seen some hallucination, but the man on the other side of the road stood like this, separated by an endless river, and the two seemed to be separated by 108,000 miles.

At this moment, this gentleman smiled and laughed out of tears.

In another corner of Beijing, in the courtyard of the Zhao family.

The window opens gently.

Peach Blossom opened her eyes slightly, as if she had a nightmare, but found that she didn't know when a man appeared in her room, but at this moment, Peach Blossom didn't make a sound because of this terrifying scene, because the expression of that man's eye was very similar to a person, very similar.

At this moment, this extremely strong girl, the eldest sister of an aristocratic school in Beijing, was full of tears, and this year, she finally showed the look that a child should have.

Everyone is weak, it's just that some haven't encountered what really makes them weak.

"I knew you weren't dead." Peach Blossom sat on the bed and choked, her green hair spread out, beautiful like a doll, this temperament seems to be incompatible with Zhao Kuanglan and Gong San'er, it is estimated that standing next to them now will set them off more like toads than toads.

The man squinted slightly, seemed to be smiling, leaned down slightly, and whispered something in Peach Blossom's ear, as if he had some magic, which made the child stop his tears and head hard.

This night.

The woman of the Zhuo family finally waited for that sentence of apology, although she had waited for this sentence for a whole year, or longer, or a lifetime.

But she knew that she couldn't stop him, and could only watch the wolf leave as he was so scarred that he couldn't scar anymore.

Under that old banyan tree.

The huge banyan tree sets off the figure of the person incomparably thin, not to mention the grave bag that was withered by the wind and rain.

The man was like a tombstone here, and he didn't know how long he had been standing.

It was as if he was waiting for something, and as if he was forgetting something.

Finally, he came to the end of this road, there would be a new beginning, he firmly believed, but his time was really running out.

Qingdao is passionate.

Xia Chunjuan wiped the empty wine glass, Gao Wanfu was crawling on the bar, curled up with his fat body, Gao Wanfu's development had entered a bottleneck for a while, and he came to this person every night to borrow wine to kill his sorrows.

"It would be nice if the messy man was here." Gao Wanfu muttered, although some things have long been forgotten with time, Gao Wanfu believes that that time will definitely be the most fortunate thing in his superficial life.

Xia Chunjuan didn't answer Gao Wanfu, who had already mentioned it countless times, in fact, she, like Gao Wanfu, firmly believed that the young man was still alive.

A man appeared at the bar, pale finger pointing at orange juice.

"It's not open yet." Xia Chunjuan raised his head without energy.

Gao Wanfu also swept towards this uninvited guest, but at a glance, he couldn't pull it out.

Xia Chunjuan stood like a thunderbolt, a little stunned to take a glass of orange juice, but there was already no one in front of her, rubbing her slightly red eyes, she had some suspicions that it was her delusion just now.

"He's really here, hasn't he?" Gao Wanfu said, a little apprehensive, but extremely firm.

She strained her head, believing he must have come.

In the dark room, there is a darker person, maybe it is a horror movie, but the next moment it turns into a thriller, and the room suddenly has a more darker person.

Brother Buddha smiled, incomparably vicissitudes of laughter, intermittently....

In front of Nanjing Jiezi Mountain, Guo Qinggui smoked a yellow crane tower, I don't know why he came here on a whim, only to see two grave bags, nothing else, if there is hard, then it is the sadness of this Jiezi Mountain.

smoked half a box of cigarettes in front of the two graves one after another, and now the Guo family is completely in his hands, and there is a trend of intensification in the Nanjing and Jiangsu generation, and I believe that the name Guo Qinggui will soon appear on the stage of this era.

"It's boring." Guo Qinggui sighed, turned to leave, but saw a man.

Something came to mind in an instant, it was something interesting, Guo Qinggui smiled, and walked through the man in front of him, if it was all a bubble, then what was reality?

Fly far, far away, on the Tiger Head Mountain.

Da Yue was picking up an axe to chop firewood, a thin old man smoking a cigarette was quietly watching this scene, not happy or sad, for Da Yue's departure, the old man did not have much, for Da Yue's return, the old man did not have much, as if there was nothing in this world that made this old man worth caring about.

The old man tapped the cigarette gun, and seemed to see this mountain man, and a rare superfluous look appeared on his face.

It's a smile that doesn't go up.

This time in chess, the old man lost.

Follow Nanjing to the north.

The two who stayed in a hotel, Gong San'er and Sichuan, which happened to be the father and son, traveled all over China in just one year and met many people, but what Gong San'er wanted to really witness was the growth of the child next to him.

The night was long, and Gong San'er, who couldn't sleep, replied to this city full of artillery fire.

The north and south of the river, no matter where they are, are playing their own enviable stories.

The streets are somewhat empty.

Gong San'er walked aimlessly.

"Master, I'm back." A familiar voice sounded behind Gong San'er.

Gong San'er's body trembled violently, and he turned his head, as if he had seen Zhao Kuangchao for the first time, revealing a smiling face that was not on the table, and he smiled like this.

There was no one behind him, but he had been.

He's been in this world, though he's gone with that time of Demo.

Circumstances change with the passage of time.

Gong San'er took a red plum that was safely placed on the bench, took a deep breath, and spit out the thin smoke.

"Chaos..."Gong San'er muttered, tears on his face, the era of Dengmo that belonged to them was over.

Passed?

The northernmost part of the Xing'an Mountains.

Qinglong Village is the northernmost village.

The man with his bag walked through this nameless mountain, and at the end of the road, he saw two grave bags and a middle-aged man who was rickety.

Uncle Dao got up slowly, beat the dust on his body, and smiled at this visitor.

It's just like the beginning.

The man with his bag put down his bag and told this story that was so long that it made the mouth dry and dry.

This story has sorrow and joy, sweetness and pain, gains and losses.

When I laugh, I laughed out of tears, and when I was sad, it was so heartbreaking.

This is the age of Demo that belongs to them.

This is the best and the worst outcome.

(End of book)