City A.

On the vast prairie, as far as the eye can see. The green fields are as fresh and beautiful as a large green screen woven by hand. Standing in the middle of this grassland, looking into the distance, the blue sky and green grass are about to merge. Flowers of all colors are clustered together, competing for beauty and blooming.

It is surrounded by a quaint village with mountains and water. From time to time, the sassy and heroic posture of several villagers on horseback galloped across the grassland.

The whole world seems to be so pure that you can't see a trace of dust.

And in this harmonious picture, a woman in white is particularly dazzling.

She was standing in the middle of the prairie, which was also the highest hill, dressed in a white coat, a light-colored scarf wrapped around her fair neck, and her long straight black hair was draped vertically to her waist, and a cool breeze hit her, and her long hair flew in the wind.

Her delicate face is also one of her uniqueness, looking ahead with blazing eyes, how full of yearning is that gaze. And standing on that straight body, it exudes such a unique temperament, as if it is truly integrated with this heavenly beauty, making people feel an atmosphere that cannot be blasphemed.

And standing next to her was an old man with gray hair, who was a little rickety, and he was pushing a wheelchair in his hand, and there was no one in the wheelchair.

Like the woman, he stood and looked into the distance, motionless. It's as if I want to put everything here in my eyes and mind, and store it meticulously.

And his eyes, which had been dimmed by age, reflected these scenes at this moment, but they seemed so hopeful, like a new life.

Lowering his head, he looked at the empty wheelchair in his hand and smiled.

Slowly, with a breeze, he spoke softly: "Some people, if they miss it, they really miss it." Child, ask your heart, where is your happiness, and who is his happiness? ”

The wind was not strong, and it was even a little cold. The woman who had been staring into the distance naturally heard the old man's words, her bright eyes flickered slightly, and she asked her heart.

She heard her own heartbeat, but what kind of answer was it telling herself......

It never retracted its gaze, it crossed the river, over the hill, over the house, over the tree, over the flower, what the hell was it looking for.

She didn't know either.

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Open the drawer in front of the desk, and a stack of white envelopes is neatly stacked there. Looking at another envelope in his hand, the man put it in anyway, closed the drawer, and locked it.

Eight years, eighth letter.

"Luo, are you done? Come down and eat! Dugu Lingyun's shout came from downstairs

"It's coming!" Lan Xiluo got up, looked at the drawer, opened the door and walked out.

When he came down, the long table in the dining room was already full. After greeting several elders with polite smiles, he also sat down next to Dugu Lingyun

"Luo, haven't you replied to Brother Lan yet?" Yun Hanxi's father asked

Lan Xiluo hesitated for a moment, but still shook his head.

"Luo, do you really want to go on like this forever, your father ......" Leng Mingxu's mother was also a little distressed.

"I'm sorry." Lan Xiluo said softly, in this case, he really didn't know what else to say except sorry.

"Well, don't talk about this topic anymore, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, the year is about to pass, let's have a happy meal!" Dugu Lingmeng said with a smile to ease the atmosphere.

"Yes, yes, come on, come on, for the new year, let's toast!" Yun Hanxi's mother stood up and raised her glass and said

Everyone at the table also stood up and raised their glasses.

The bell of the new year is about to ring, so will it also show a new round of beginnings?