After walking for a hundred meters, the space in front of him suddenly became open. Grass. Ping divided the road into the lake and the distance, and he could already hear the wind coming from ahead a little stronger than just now.

This mud floor has been smoothed out in the sun for so many days. Solid. Hard, often stepped on, revealing a piece of dirt on it. Hue.

Next to it is the turquoise and exuberant. Grass. Cong, a strand in her heart. Rush. Move. It drove her to stare at the land on the ground.

The young man next to him was still looking up slightly at the ethereal world formed by the vast sky and ground around him at first, and he felt a lot of feelings, at least now that he was here, he occupied it himself. Host. You can enjoy the brightness of the vision brought by this area from the bottom of your heart.

When Zhu Jia looked at her, Li Zifen took the first step and said, "Do you feel that the dirt road under your feet is very distinctive?" ”

He didn't answer, but glanced at her, and the gray-white land reminded him of the road next to Qingtang, where the weather was sunny in his hometown.

Her heart just wants to be like this. Feeling. Bosom. Impressed, in the urban area of her hometown of Anhui, there was originally such a road.

In the narrow alley in the middle of what is now a three-story complex, the weather. Yin. Sink. When she can only step on the depth of some distance. Hue. Big. Reason. Stone. Block walked over, and next to it was a puddle of mud that had accumulated water.

And when. Yang. Light. General. Shine. Target. Day. Zili, she always likes to step on the dirt next to her, there is a unique place that belongs to her, and the ground that is trampled on is also this kind of soil when the sun shines down at noon. White. color, there are some fine lines at the top of it, which cannot be detected if you don't pay attention to it.

And on the ground in the corner of the wall next to it, there are many ants, and the tiny mud circles carved by earthworms are covered by the crisp blue. Green. Target. Grass. Cover. At. Under. Face.

"I'm really tired, let's find a place to sit in front of me, my legs are about to break." Li Zifen frowned a little complainingly, so that he was used to watching it.

Her forehead is still very clean, and there are still that kind of youthful lines when wrinkled, which makes her unsmiling temperament with a refreshing appreciation.

She also saw this corridor with eaves, twenty meters long, and on the stone bench in the middle, there was already an old man in his fifties or sixties playing a song.

She didn't choose this place, she was taken by Zhu Jia to the lake, under the two willow trees two meters apart, the clouds in the sky just covered the sun, and the clouds also made the snow white, a little whiter than the snow in the deep winter, just like that, echoing the occasional blue sky next to it.

The willow tree next to it shook its wicker gently in the breeze, "No, I want to sleep well here, no one will stop me." ”

Li Zifen looked for a piece under his feet. Pine. Soft. Dense. Dense. Target. Grass. Ground, when she bent down, it felt like her whole body was falling apart. Slow. Slow. Lie down. The process involved a series of soreness, and waited until she rested her head on her satchel and looked up at the sky.

The willow tree in the near distance is still slowly swaying its branches and leaves in the breeze, and it is different from when she just stood up, she has been immersed in the white and blue world farther away, as if the whole person is in 'your name', under the fairytale sky, the breeze carries the lake, hitting the shore, murmuring and beautiful.

She had become so absorbed in the space that she could feel the chirping of magpies in the trees around her even when she closed her eyes, as if she was some distance away.

Next to the youth also. Lie down. Beside her, she said, "Let's just have a good rest here, and don't go anywhere." ”

Zhu Jia didn't answer, the sunlight in the sky was mostly obscured by the clouds, occasionally through the thinning of the clouds. Place. When it came down, there was a willow tree blocking it, and with the shaking of the branches, it was like a shining star, which shone on his eyes for a while, fascinating his eyes, and making him squint from time to time to cover for a while.

She whispered slowly and softly, "Do you think this moment is very beautiful, a fairytale-like feeling, I want to stay like this for a while." ”

In her heart, she forgot that she would never be able to do a fun task in academics, and at this moment, even her brain seemed to touch with her body and mind and the soil, without sorrow, and she was calmly immersed here.

He was also taken. Enter. In this atmosphere, the voice was soft and low: "Take a good rest, hey, I'm really tired." ”

The wind blows very comfortably, and there is a slight coolness, but the occasional falling sun is so warm, just like the late summer and early autumn in her hometown many years ago, so that she occasionally opened her eyes slightly again. Buff. Cover. of closing.