I used to rarely take this road, and many of the gates on the left hand side were open.

On the right are rows of neatly ploughed vegetable gardens, densely distributed with wet. Wet. Wet. of bushes, filled with a layer of mist.

At this moment, Zhang Yu is the whole . Heart. Spirit. Cultivated in this environment, it has always been a pastoral world that I have always longed for.

If you can have someone with you, it may really be a scene that will be unforgettable for a long time.

The road was very long, and it took several straight turns just through the countryside and passed through all the villages.

The tall evergreen broad-leaved forest stretched along the ridge on the left side of the path to a length of more than fifty meters, and her ears were full of rattling when a gust of wind blew through the area from time to time. A moment in a small area by the umbrella. Under. There was a torrential rain.

She could feel the weight of the water dropping on the umbrella.

In her impression, such trees are often seen.

Especially in the summer, it can bring a large area of . Shade. Cool, as long as the wind passes by, as soon as you hear such a sound, it is also it many times.

So far, I have known Luan Shu and Privet, but I once deliberately looked for the name of this tree on the Internet, but I have never found it.

Behind a tree. Wild. Grass. Crazy. In the long low-lying field, a small lotus pond appeared out of thin air, and the rain continued to dot the water surface, and many ripples crisscrossed each other.

When the cold wind keeps breathing. Suck it. Body. Body. , there was a sudden feeling of emptiness and sadness in my heart.

Maybe it's a long-term person who gets used to the taste of it, when. Thin. Thin. Product. Taste. time, but prefer to wander in it, Tao. Drunk. went in.

She knew that time would pass quickly, and in her twenties, she suddenly realized that it could pass so quickly.

The only thing she could do now was to slow down, she wasn't going fast.

She was posting this picture to her circle of friends, looked at the time, and it took her nearly an hour to get to her current position.

She didn't feel like that time had passed.

Like the rain curtain around the lotus pond, she shot it three times in a row, with only a few subtle differences.

She just wanted to deliberately show her hometown in front of many classmates.

Walking on this cement road, which is higher than the surrounding area, there are only dark clouds and mist in the distant sky, and the dizzying moment widens her horizons, making her eyes wider. Itchy. Itchy. Target.

On the left, near the edge of the pond, there is a large area of green leafy vegetables, with a clear light edge, and some. Hue. Color.

You can already see the subway. Narrow. The long, straight silhouette stretched out in the direction perpendicular to her advance.

'It's beautiful. Her voice was very. Sweet, even she can feel it, just like her. Pure. Beauty. of capacity. Face.

In the eyes of the man in his thirties and forties, who had come up from the trail three or four meters short, he had significantly reduced the speed of the electric car.

Light. From her. White. Tender. Side of the face. It's easy to feel her beauty, Ning. It's as quiet as I read in a book many years ago. Nun. Mother, there will be an umbrella in the wilderness. Beauty. Person.

He felt like a man many years ago. Coarse. Rash. Target. Chinese. son, I have often felt this way since I got married for more than ten years.

When he was about to drive over, just turning his face was like a . Bathe. Bath. It's here. Break off. Beauty. Target. Spring. Wind.

When he drove a distance of more than ten meters, he also said: "I have never seen anything like this. Beauty. of people. The voice was not loud, and only he could hear it.

When he was turning a corner, he stopped there and went to that one. Woman. Person. I looked over again,

She never looked back.

On the downward road for a while, I couldn't see her. Shadow.

There are a lot of water mixed in the big ditches on the right. Yellow. Soil, estimated before what was a cart. Walk. over, stirred. Get. Muddy. Muddy. It's amazing.

Near the center of the concrete path, there is a zigzag line. Narrow. Long. Sew. Crack.

"There are places like this." Her expression was visibly shocked. Yan. So there is this long street in such an empty place.

On both sides were low-pitched one-story houses, and the roller shutters on the street were all pulled down as far as the eye could see.

There are white santanas and dilapidated tricycles leaning against the side of the road.

If you use a poem to describe the scene she sees at this moment,

'Light rain on the street of heaven. Moistening. As. Crisp'

It's very apt for what she saw,

It's just that there is no one.

'You're going back to Shanghai now?' ’

Cui Peng was the first to reply to her and gave her a thumbs up.

"Yes, aren't you?" There was something strange about her.

Cui Peng and her research. Investigate. Bear. A teaching and research department, after graduation, in the same unit, door to door, among the boys in the previous school, he returned to himself the most.

Is this your hometown?' It's beautiful. ’

Ye Siyuan asked.

"Yes, my hometown is better than many ancient town attractions, do you want to come and play, it's free." ’

When she was typing, she was also talking quickly in her heart, and she quickly wrote such a line.

"I'll definitely come when I'm free in the future" Siyuan also attached a playful gesture pointing to the right with a playful face.

'Okay, I'm waiting for you. She replied.

I was thinking about whether it would be good to go back like this.

In fact, when she walks in such a no-man's land, she will still pay attention to whether there is danger from time to time.

There was such a connection with the outside, and when she looked up at the street again, it was natural to be in such an environment. The loneliness in my heart. Alone and sad. After a little cooling, it dissipated a lot.

At least gave more courage.

I saw this knead on the navigation. Protect. Agriturismo.

She thought of one day in the future when she and a group of old classmates would come to this place for dinner, and then a large group of people walked in the direction of her house, looking at the scenery along the way. Village. Business. Karma. Silver. Yes. In front of the open space to send them away in a car.

How beautiful that would be. Good and healing experience.

She had read a theory before that when you think something has a small probability of happening.

For example, when I go to work with a boudoir. Honey chats, sends messages to the work group, she won't be stupid enough to make such a mistake.

But once . Do. After more than that, this kind of thing will inevitably happen in the future.

She had long thought about the principle of small probability in statistics.

After so many years of experience, I have told myself that I have a lot of bad premonitions, and if I don't make changes, I will definitely report them one day in the future. revenge herself, putting her in a particularly uncomfortable situation.

Even if you spend a lot of effort later, it is difficult to change the future self in parallel.