For thousands of years, the time is very long, but in fact, the life is average, it is nothing more than more people watching and experiencing more things.

Naturally, there are more forgotten ones.

Most of us can't remember what our childhood best friend looked like; I can't remember my father's frown on a sick night, I even forgot the shape of my mother's shoelaces before going to school every day, the first time I swam in the stream, the first time I saw a blushing object, the first time I cried sadly... These memories that I thought would be engraved in my mind forever and never forgotten were slowly drowned in the river of years that followed.

Forgetting is a human instinct.

It's just, suddenly, with a certain opportunity. Those memories are like stars pouring into the Milky Way, opening the door of memory in an instant, fragments, bits and pieces, and sporadic images.

It turns out that they have always been there.

Our oblivion is nothing but a wound in the confrontation with time.

Everything that's supposed to be there is still there.

Two thousand years.

He thought he had forgotten the last name. His father was born in Zhao and won his surname Zhao. His surname is Zhao, Chenxi's surname is Zhao, An Ning's surname is also Zhao, and...

He closed his eyes, and the memories came flooding back.

Originally, the soul was supposed to return to the Spirit River, but under the guidance of some unknown force, it fused with the soul energy of the Emperor Cypress Tree, and existed and lived in a state of immortality, immortality, incorruptibility and incorruptibility.

For more than 2,000 years, he has never understood the meaning of his long life. For 2,000 years, he wandered around, lived a very wanton life, a very free and easy, very slow, and very heavy!

Burdened with the pain that cannot be relieved, the thoughts that I want to find but dare not find back, I can always hear people's prayers and secrets in my ears, and there is something I don't want to touch in my heart, hate!

Such a life is very heavy!

The girl in front of her, very light.

The light body, the light soul, so light that it fell to him like a wing.

Watching her sit by the sea of tea, holding a cup of fragrant, steaming new tea, looking at herself with a smile, Fusu's heart is like a seed on a wheat pile in autumn falling into the soil, full of joy in peace.

"Then what do I call you? You seem to know my mother, so you should be a member of my mother's generation. But you look young, so should I call you brother or, uncle?" the girl asked.

"Just call me Fusu. "Uncle?!Fusu unconsciously touched his face, his life stayed in the annual rings of thirty years old, is it really that old?

"Uh, that's... Alright!" the girl nodded with some embarrassment. Eat others with a soft mouth, and take others with short hands. What's more, after all, it's a mother's generation, isn't it too rude to call him by his name?

Fusu couldn't understand why this girl could follow two strange men to a strange city so defenselessly, and a large part of the reason for this was that she subconsciously decided that the man she met at the top of the mountain was not a bad person. Of course, there are many young girls who cheat themselves because of this intuitive error. Apparently, she was the lucky one.

In addition to intuition, in the girl's heart, he has been mistaken for an old acquaintance with her mother. At least when the ghost mother was gone, she could hear her call him 'benefactor' very clearly!

"My name is Sang Xia, the Mulberry of Mulberry, the Summer of Summer. Introducing herself very seriously, the girl smiled and explained her name again, "The first kind person who adopted me was surnamed San, and I was born in the summer, so I took this name." ”

Looking at the girl's serious face, Fusu felt that she should have been included in the category of some kind of elder by her, and she was fully respected!!

"Sangxia" thought that his current identity was an elder, but Fusu did not take it for granted, but felt an indescribable unease. He repeated the girl's name in a whisper, and closed his eyes on the pillar of the porch, a trace of confusion lingering in his heart.

If you want to talk about the elderly, any white-haired old man and he Fusu are also worthy of this title, but why do you feel a little unhappy when you look at this yellow-haired little girl!

He shook his head slightly, as if trying to get the strange emotion out of his mind. After a while, he opened his mouth and slowly chanted, "Birds chirp, among the mulberry leaves, the green stripes are soft and soft." What I think about is looking back, the lover is in a tall building... The rain passes through the garden, and the touch falls red and green. Mulberry leaves, Qi Ruwo. ”

"San. It's a good word. In the Book of Poetry that I read when I was illiterate at the beginning of my childhood, there is: But Sang and Zi must be respectful. The father of the bandits, the mother of the bandits. It doesn't belong to Mao, it doesn't leave it. Heaven gave birth to me, and I am safe?" remembered when he was a teenager, Fusu's eyes lit up for a moment, and then a trace of loneliness was crossed.

"Ahh Oh. Sang Xia scratched his head in a daze, his name could have so many verses. Looking at Fusu, his eyes were full of admiration, "You, you are so knowledgeable." You must have read a lot of books!"

"Look. Otherwise, what to do with the long time, it is best to grind time for reading. Fusu replied.

"Oh... That one... Thank you for taking it in.,I don't have any other skills.,In the future, housework and cooking and selling vegetables will be left to me to do.,Although I don't have your skills in cooking.,But it's okay to barely eat.。 Thinking of Fusu's cooking skills, Sang Xia was a little embarrassed.

"Sanxia, don't call me by you in the future. Also, if it's for you, put it away. As for household chores, you can do them if you want. Of course, Fusu hopes that she will quickly get used to the new environment, and the best way to integrate into the new life is to participate in it. For example, work.

However, Sansha was more diligent than he expected.

In the next few days, Sang, a snail girl who does not take eating and drinking as her life goal, cleaned and cleaned the runlu inside and out. Whether it's the cobwebs in the corner of the backyard that have been dusty for many years, or the moss in the gravel path at the door, they are all cleaned as if they have been repainted.

As for the cooking skills, it is as she herself commented, very average.

However, in such a time, Fusu is also happy to live the days of stretching out his hands with clothes and opening his mouth with food.

Sitting in the backyard with a small breeze blowing, Sang Xia will obediently make tea for him; read a book in the study, Sang Xia will put the cut fruit on the desk, and then sit quietly and take a simple book to read...

After cleaning the yard, Miss Tianluo began to clean up Fusu's wardrobe again.

All kinds of coats, long shirts and pants are washed and dried one by one. She said that these are more comfortable to wear in the sun, as well as the fragrance of the sun. At night, Fusu smelled the smell of his clothes, and wonderfully felt a warm fragrance that he had never smelled or noticed.

Turns out, is this what sunlight tastes like?

After all the clothes were washed, Fusu's shoes were also washed and dried and placed on the shoe rack at the door. In short, except for the intimate clothes that the little girl dare not touch, basically everything that can be washed, wiped, and dried is all renewed.

After that, the days entered a state of extreme peace and tranquility.

Time seems to stand still...