"That style is my favorite, but I'm actually a handbook lover. Huster said this, looking thoughtfully into the distance, his thick eyelashes casting shadows like a damp forest.

I didn't expect him to be quite girly. In my impression, making a journal and knitting a sweater feel similar, both of which are warm and moist dripping accumulations, with a mix of lime and peach flavors. This is good, and no one has a rule that men must hunt bravely, and women must be pitifully guarded, and everyone has the right to choose a way of life that suits him according to his own wishes. If men can play with skin care or clothing, and women can be familiar with the performance of racing, maybe they can also set foot in a new world and get a new experience with a more three-dimensional personality and a fuller soul.

"What's the handbook?" the elven leader looked puzzled.

"I don't know very well about the handbook, but my understanding is that it is a kind of self-made thing with words and pictures, and it can also be said to be a colorful private diary. Huster smiled humbly and said quietly.

"Yes? This is the first time I've heard of it. I'll try it later. The elven leader said.

"The world of handbooks is really wonderful, and there is a separation between thinking and doing. Just thinking about it makes you feel like it's nothing, but once you turn it into reality, it's wonderful. It's like folding a quilt in a room with a closed door, if you just think about it, you will feel that it is useless to fold it, anyway, no one else will look at it, just watch it yourself. But the most amazing thing about making your bed tidy with your hands is that it can tidy up your mood and energize your morning. Huster seemed to open up the conversation, he had never said so much at once.

Everyone has their favorite things, and once you talk about your favorite topics, it's easy to forget yourself. If you're not interested, it's hard to get interested because of the lack of participation. This couldn't be more normal.

Seeing that he couldn't interject, Ao Ao deliberately walked among them to show his presence. "Let's play. ”

"What to play?" asked the elven leader.

I've found that when I say something like, "Let's play," you're bound to get a reply to a question. Play is a very vague concept, too broad. What exactly is playing? Is it fun to play exactly? Is the act of "let's play" aimlessly mentioned as play?

"Play. O'Ao replied dryly.

"What is playing?" the elven leader didn't seem to have played before. This elven leader is really untainted, although it does not belong to the mortal world itself.

At the time of this conversation, the elves behind the elven leader had gone their separate ways, weaving all kinds of things from the vines of flowers that fell on the grass, and the weaving of things was so strange that people couldn't help but laugh.

O'Ao paced a few steps, then stood still, "To play cards is to make rules on the paper, and then go around this rule to kill boredom." ”

"Wow, that sounds interesting!" the elven leader was full of interest and dancing, what a simple thing.

Perhaps, it's good not to know everything in the world, because it is because you don't understand it, you can always maintain a sense of novelty. If you think you know and see the world well, you may lose some of the joy of exploration, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the bleak and boring quagmire of day after day, like a prison bird, unable to find a reason to laugh.

"What kind of play do you want to play?" Huster crouched down, gentle as water.