At the end of autumn, most of the weeds in the alleys withered, leaving only the yellow wreckage in one place, the birds that stood on the wall every morning and chirped and played music are now also inert, and there is no bird on the bare wall, the young man in the alley courtyard got up early in the morning, knowing that this batch of firewood sent by Uncle Yang yesterday morning was not good to ignite, and he got up early in the morning and was busy making a fire, and in another room, the old man had quietly opened his eyes and looked out the window blankly, and his eyes full of traces of time were already cloudy.

In the courtyard of the Yang family in the south of the city, in this season of withered flowers, only this courtyard is still full of spring, and the courtyard is full of autumn......

Chapter 121 of "The Mulberry Falls in Front of the Door" The empty city plan is being hit by hand, please wait for a while,

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