At 2:48 a.m. on July 25, 2014, you were lying on the couch and wanted to fall asleep, but you couldn't bear to let go.

Look at another chapter and see what is written next? You think, tomorrow there will be a meeting in the company, it will be in the afternoon, and it will be later, so it doesn't matter.

Stretch your waist, go to the kitchen to change the tea leaves, and drink the Ming Qian Longjing instead, you like the crisp aroma and light sweet taste.

People always like to change the taste from time to time.

Open the window of the living room, you put in the cool breeze of the night, no matter how good the fragrance is, you will be a little tired when you smell too much.

I guess it's Chapter 6, you think.

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1229 noon November 6, the second year of Shaoding in the Southern Song Dynasty, morning.

In the ancient Xuanzhou area of Anhui Province, near the Taizu pit in Xiaoling, Jing County, the heavy rain was pouring and the roads were muddy. Xiaoling is known as the Nine Mountains and Thirteen Pits, the Ridge refers to the characteristic and representative mountains, and the pit refers to the Laos between the mountains. In fact, Xiaoling is located in the remaining veins of the Yellow Mountain, although it can not be called a lofty mountain, but it is a water around the mountain ring, go out to climb the ridge, Laolao is called the place of the pit.

I bent over behind my dad with one foot high and one foot low, trying to push the clumsy wooden wheeler. Covered in rain and chilling, looking up at the gray sky and endless mountain roads, I really don't know where we should go.

We fled all the way from Qiuchuan, and in this year the Mongolian state of Ogedai led the edict of Genghis Khan and inherited the throne of the Mongolian Khan. The hometown has been flooded for many years, and soldiers have been fighting one after another, and there has been a tragic situation of villagers starving to death in the wilderness. Dad took dozens of people from his family to come here after days of heavy rain for five days and five nights. My mother hugged my younger brother and followed the end of the line, my brother's name is Erba, and my name is Erqi.

On the morning of November 6, 2017, the sun shone lazily on people. Xuanchengjing County Taiping Lake Peach Blossom Pond, where the terrain is flat and the pond is wide. On the west bank of Peach Blossom Pond, the strange stone rises from the ground, the layer rock is steep, the pond stands upright, and the shape resembles the distance between the dragon and the tiger. The ancient vines on the cliffs are embellished, the smoke is swirling, and the mountains and waters are particularly charming.

Are you thinking about the ancient again? The man in white stood behind me, looking at the water. I smiled, if it weren't for the ancestor Cao Dasan and his two sons Cao Erqi and Cao Erba to avoid chaos here, take local materials and make paper for a living, how could there be this perfect rice paper?

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