Meng Hai was dressed in new clothes and walked on the streets of Guyu Town, the streets were as prosperous as before, and here was still the familiar taste of Guyu Town. Gu Yuzhen bloomed in Meng Hai's eyes, he could see everything in this place, and his heart was warm.

From this street in Guyu Town, walk to that street, and go further, you will come to the drizzle lake. Drizzle Lake is definitely the first lake in the world, and the beauty of Drizzle Lake needs to be close to it, and if you are close to it, you will not want to leave it.

Meng Hai remembered a lot of past events when he walked by the drizzle lake, the past is all stories, the stories are all in the past, the past is all fragmented, everything in the past, how can it be so far away, suddenly it feels so close, but it is far away.

On the drizzle lake, Meng Hai walked, and then he sat on a bench in front of the drizzle lake, and this chair was set up here for people to watch the drizzle lake. Meng Hai sat down, not only to look at the drizzle lake, but also to look at his own memories.

Meng Hai sat on the chair for a long time, stood up, and walked along the stone path by the drizzle lake. He was about to start a new life of his own, and a feeling of welcoming a new world was surging in his heart.

Once, because Meng Hai had to lead a team of soldiers to evade pursuit, he fled to the wilderness, where there were stones in many places, and his feet were easily injured. In order to escape for their lives, they ran desperately in the wilderness. Those times when the past shouted and killed, the bloody past, have become far away, like a poem.

On the shore of the drizzly lake, the silk rain lingers, Meng Hai plans his future life in his heart, he wants to sail, to relax himself, and enjoy an uninhibited time.

Meng Hai set off from Guyu Town, rode a horse, and went to the seaside of Lanlu Kingdom. He wants to sail, sail to a distant land.

Meng Hai rode a horse, the wind was blowing on both sides, the wind was not strong, but it was cool enough, Meng Hai wrapped his clothes tightly.

Meng Hai's horse galloped to the outskirts of Guyu Town, galloping on a road flanked by fields, the fields were green, and how much poetry and painting flowed out of it, but Meng Hai couldn't stop to enjoy the natural landscape here, he wanted to hurry up and go to the beach, and sailing had become impatient for Meng Hai.

The fields on both sides were picturesque, but Meng Hai soon left this quiet field, and instead went to a slightly more desolate and rough wilderness.

All the way, the horses are tired, and the people are tired.

Meng Hai slept all night last night, and today he is quite energetic, this big ship on the ocean has already begun to sail at its extremely fast speed.

The sky is high, the sea is vast, and the big ships move freely.

The psychedelic sea is wonderful and vivid. The waves are illuminated by the sun, and this vividness touches the hearts of the voyagers, and it is difficult for anyone to resist the splendor here, but few people walk into this piece of brilliance.

The calm of the sea is like Meng Hai's mood at this time, and his mood is like the calm sky at this time. The sky was sunny, there was no wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and the big ship was moving very smoothly.

Meng Hai looked down at the seawater, the sea water always has an unfathomable sense of mystery, it must be very cold under the seawater, lying on the boat and looking down, the sea water is cold.

The past is like the sky in the distance, unreachable, especially on this sea, human life is isolated, people have a lot of time to face themselves, face the past, gradually, people will recognize themselves, forget the past.

Meng Hai met Su Hong, a Tianyi star, at sea, and they came to an uninhabited island.

As we walked forward, the humidity became heavier and heavier, and when we went inside, it was so foggy that I couldn't see the trees in the near distance. Meng Hai no longer dared to go forward, if there were swamps, puddles, and caves on the ground, and he couldn't see the ground clearly, and he accidentally fell down, it would be a disaster. Meng Hai turned around: "Don't move, the fog here is thick and dangerous." ”