"Qi Hongnian, it's just that although the name is good, the authenticity is really doubtful."

Also, when you go out, if you act more specially, and you want to act more conveniently, if you have conditions, if you can have a convenient identity, it is excellent.

A leaf on the tree suddenly floated down lightly, trembling and trembling, without the slightest weight, and finally fell quietly after a few arcs in the air.

Fall on the forehead of the man who stands silently.

He was just stunned for a moment, and then picked up the somewhat withered yellow leaf.

Camphor leaves.

The smoked yellow mixed with some bright red is a bit of helplessness when this leaf comes to the end.

At the end of this life, there is always a slight sadness of helplessness. The moment of death is too poignant, just a glance, and the beauty of this blooming at the end is ultimately unforgettable.

At this moment, it was weird, he played with the last fallen leaf left in his hand, I don't know why, the ghost sent the god, and he remembered that face.

The delicate and excessive face is frozen in the mind in an instant, and it is so profound that it is difficult to forget for a lifetime.

The leaf didn't know what attracted the man who was called Xiao Er, but he kept looking at the leaf with interest, as if there was some chic beauty in this blandness, which grabbed his gaze deeply.

He pinched the petiole and flipped it over and over again.

Not knowing how long this meaningless action lasted, he suddenly stopped and looked at his hand.

It seems that I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time, and a person is just letting go of something that doesn't make much sense, and with the general movements of habit, he hasn't stopped-

He could barely spare even that time.

He suddenly looked up ahead.

Many places in Chenxin Kingdom are ancient buildings, on the bluestone slabs, what is left is the wet water, and the green ribbon-like river meanders through the streets and alleys.

Ye Qingli once said that here, in fact, is very much like a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, which is poetic and picturesque, revealing a fresh beauty like a small jasper.

Although this kind of scenery is extremely beautiful, for those who are used to seeing it, they are increasingly attracted by this commonplace beauty.

What's more, at this time, he no longer had this mind.

The streets are empty, and the occasional ones are also sparse and sparse pedestrians, who seem to be in a hurry, and in this elegant scene, they don't even seem abrupt.

After all, this is the case, no matter where there is, as long as there is a crowd of activities, it is inevitable that it will always be a little busy.

The staircase seemed to spread out in front of his eyes, and there was no end in sight.

It's just that the end of the road is not the end of the road.

Where is the end of the road, there must be someone he is looking for.

Who is he looking for?

When he looked into the distance and reversed the leaf in his hand again, he asked such a question, and he felt a little funny.

What is this, knowingly?

Knowingly ask yourself.

Now, who else could he want to see, naturally it was not long ago, who had just left, or the person he watched the group leave.

There was one man who, a few days ago, had given him a deep blow to his always-wandering gaze.

The blow, though unscathed, left an indelible scar on his heart.

On the street, there is no longer a carriage swaying slightly, jolting and leaving.

It seems that everything is still normal.

After all, in this world, no one can't do it, after all, life has to go on.

However, what he knew in his heart, even if he didn't say anything, he knew that there was indeed something different.

Yes, it's not the same.

The leaf in his hand, because of the moment of strength in his hand, suddenly relaxed, and without support, he quietly fell to the ground.

It seems to come lightly, and when you leave, it is also like the posture when you come, leaving lightly.

As there is a verse that says—

I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

It's really free-spirited.

Also, the man smiled silently.

Looking at the bottom of his heart, the fallen leaves that left him.

It's really nothing to rely on, and it's also not a little bit of restraint.

The wind always comes too timely, and it always surprises people-

The fallen leaves that broke away from the man's hands were carried up by the strong force of the wind, and seemed to drive the fallen leaves around them.

It's just that the other fallen leaves are not as special as that one, and he really looked at it for a long time.

I looked at a fallen leaf with great interest for a long time that obviously does not arouse any interest.

The things that I have poured my feelings into are always different.

The direction of the wind was very messy, and for a while, the man didn't even know where the wind was going.

After the wind stabilized for a while, the man understood a little-

The fallen leaves were being pulled into the river by the wind, and the green ribbon that meandered through the town was suddenly covered by a fallen leaf.

Probably no one would have known that the fallen leaves had passed through his hands, if he hadn't said it.

Yes, if he doesn't say it.

There are many things that no one will know for the rest of their lives, if he doesn't say it.

However, it is really impossible for him to say it, many things are destined to rot in the depths of time for a lifetime. What people overlook, or corners that are simply out of reach, or places that are deeply hidden.

There are so many things like this, really too many.

The leaves stuck to the river, like a tiny embellishment on a ribbon, so small that no one could see it.

What people see is always something that is easier for people to notice, and how small this leaf is compared to the whole river and the scenery on the shore.

After all, it didn't last for a few seconds, and the fallen leaves were driven by the flowing river, which seemed to have a different kind of power, and the speed of moving forward became faster and faster.

On the water, doing a joyful parade is probably a very beautiful thing.

Free, uninhibited, joyful, wanton.

It was what he wanted, and he wanted it for many, many years.

The sun obviously doesn't have much temperature, but at this time, it actually makes people feel a little dazzling.

He suddenly blamed himself, for so many years, it was really not easy to live well and enjoy the sunshine.

How could he hope for something that shouldn't belong to him at all?

In this world, who is truly free?

Who doesn't have shackles, what can be seen and what can't be seen, it's just that, the same, they are all moving forward with a load.