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As an international metropolis, K City is full of high-rise buildings, developed commerce, perfect infrastructure, high quality of personnel, multicultural tolerance and increasingly rich Shanghai-style culture based on it.

In the prime area, there is a cement building that has survived for two centuries, and there is an old man who is the same age as the building.

In today's prime location, where every inch of land is at a premium, the rent charged by the old landlord is less than one-tenth of that in the suburbs, and the rent of the dilapidated cement building is overcrowded.

Tenants like, respect, and admire the old landlord, not because of the low rent, but because of their profound knowledge, lively and cheerful personality, superb cooking and martial arts, and unforgettable memories, which make these elites in the workplace ashamed.

Living with an old landlord who is a warm heart, especially a storyteller, feels like home!

At three o'clock on September 9th, the old landlord of the year of the sixtieth year left with a strange ancient book, completely leaving this familiar world that had been at ease for decades.

Tenants and acquaintances who are familiar with the old landlord finally find out that they don't know who the old landlord's name is.

Sorry! Or lament!

The snow-white walls and the sword bones are the last traces left by the old landlord in this world - "There are lonely graves in the mountains, and the graves are green marks, there is no sacrifice in Qingming, and there is no monument and no text!"

Desolation, or sorrow, as the flames of the crematorium burn, turned into white and immaculate ashes, melted into the earth, and nourished all things to thrive.

Maybe the old landlord has not left this world, and many years later, the old landlord will wake up again, become a tree, a grass, or a stone, and still silently gaze at this unforgettable world.

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The wind is formless and imageless, there is no moment of silence, and the clouds are also scattered and impermanent, ethereal and uncertain.

Without the wind, the clouds look pale and weak, and without the clouds, the wind wanders around, homeless.

The old landlord Li Qingfeng felt that he and Ziyun should be the breeze and floating clouds under the sky, living together and growing old together.

Heart of the Ocean appears for the first time!

Qingfeng and Ziyun met in the Prague Rose Bar, and the interweaving of the four eyes seemed to have passed through a thousand years of love, and the cold hearts of the two completely melted, as if they had admired each other for a long time and had already known each other.

Love at first sight is set for life, Qingfeng took Ziyun's hand and danced together in the envious and praising crowd around him.

On the beautiful Prague Square, under the starry sky, the green breeze and the purple clouds embrace, and the fierce kiss is intertwined into a perfect picture.

The two thieves forgot about the heart of the ocean, and only Ziyun was left in Qingfeng's world, and Ziyun's eyes only had Qingfeng.

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The moon is in the sky, the breeze is gentle, the thin clouds are faint, and the stars are twinkling.

Li Qingfeng felt that the starry sky had never been so close as it was today, not out of reach, and truly appeared around him.

The surrounding sun, moon and stars are within reach, the cement building in K City has just been built, the most upscale restaurant in K City at that time, the roof is full of purple roses, there are no lights, and there is no one else, the whole restaurant is covered by a handsome and handsome young man named Qing.

The young man named Qing learned the Western-style way of proposing, knelt on one knee, held a purple rose, and brought a ring made of glass to the beautiful woman wearing a cheongsam called Yun.

This piece of glass is not one but two pieces of synthesis, and the glass comes from a bar called Rose in Prague!

Ordinary, but significant!

Qing held the hand of the clouds, hummed a minor tune, stepped on the moonlight, and walked among the shining stars!

Qing's happy hand touched Yun's somewhat bulging lower abdomen, and Yun's sweet hand covered the back of Qing's hand.

The bulging lower abdomen contains the crystallization of the love of the two, which continues to sprout and thrive in the belly of the cloud.

I have never met, but I have already taken the name - Qingyun!

The heart of the ocean appeared in the water city of Venice for the second time, and the impulsive Li Qingfeng decided to do the last vote before washing his hands in the golden basin, just for Ziyun.

In the river of Venice, Qing drove the dinghy to the hospital quickly with one hand, and pressed the cloud chest with a towel with the other hand, and finally the cloud touched Qing's face, and spit out the words "Qing! live" with difficulty, and fell asleep forever, never waking up again.

A man who thinks he is cool, but in the end he wants a woman to block bullets for him, and he makes a living, if it weren't for the affectionate entrustment of his beloved, there would not be such a kind, everyone's like, and respected old landlord in K City.

The appearance of the faceless fangs turned the wedding into a funeral, and the wedding banquet into a funeral banquet, losing not only the beloved Yun, but also the unformed fetus in Yun's womb.

Men should be hot-blooded, more calm, less impulsive, good medicine is bitter, and there is no regret medicine.

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There was chaos and darkness in the void, and the occasional flash of meteor light appeared, illuminating some of the void white shadows.

"Shouldn't I be dead?Why don't I have a bull head and a horse face?And there is no Yama Nine Shadows?But where did the bridge and Meng Po go?"... White Shadow muttered to herself.

Loneliness and loneliness are the most difficult, the long wait and torment are better than death, and Li Qingfeng doesn't know where his soul goes?

Maybe we are not afraid of hurting our bodies, but we are afraid of sadness, maybe we are not afraid of problems, but we are afraid of losing faith.

When the night comes, it is not the darkness that affects our emotions, but loneliness, and when the cold wind blows, it is not the coldness that destroys our will, but the heart.

Life and death have long been forgotten, the existence and survival of immobility, without any meaning and vitality, Li Qingfeng slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

I don't want to remember, I don't want to wake up! It's not cowardice, it's not shame!

Because I love too much and care too much, I want to choose to treasure and forget.

Maybe it's a painful choice that can't be changed and can't be turned back!

"If God is giving me a chance to do it again, I will never let this painful thing happen again, and such joys and sorrows must not be repeated again! If there is no chance to do it again, let my last consciousness and soul completely dissipate!" The white shadow in the void, tears mixed with the heart, squeezed out of the closed eyes with difficulty.

Li Qingfeng's brows were tightly locked, and his eyes were closed, but he couldn't see the changes in the void after the tears mixed with his heart.

Crystal clear tears, like peerless pearls, set off waves in the void.

Countless years!

Light replaced darkness, and tears turned into rushing rivers, lakes and seas.

With water, there is a basis for the emergence of life.

Mountains and rivers, breezes and white clouds, flowers and trees, insects, fish, birds and beasts... Fill the void.

Li Qingfeng didn't wake up, and slept very sweetly and peacefully, because only the passing purple clouds were the most beautiful scenery in Li Qingfeng's heart, except for the purple clouds, nothing could attract and wake up Li Qingfeng's sleeping heart.

Lying in the sea of flowers, the white shadow of nothingness began to become transparent and began to dissipate, slowly and completely integrating into the world made of tears.