In the gentle footsteps of Dou Yiren, a person faced the slight breeze, came to his face, twisted his graceful waist, took light steps, walked between the small hillsides, beside the wild flowers and weeds, and walked in front of the mother of the rain. Speak:

"Hello the owner of the Floating Rain Village, Dou Yiren's red makeup is not there, and I also feel a little uncomfortable when I see the crazy martial arts sword of the Floating Rain Owner, the irrelevant world and the inner world are stirred and entangled, the eldest son dynasty, crumbling, the afterglow of the setting sun.

Sunset. It seems that we are all about to reach the end of the year, but the owner of the Drifting Rain Village, have you ever known that the Dou Yi people have really fantasized about true love companionship, and have had true love without regrets, the things that the owner of the Drifting Rain Village gave to the Yi people, the price is higher than the sky, and the love is deeper than the sea, but looking at you now, the Dou Yi people also have to make a difficult decision, the Yi people really have no available place for the owner of the Floating Rain Village, leaving the palace, the Yi people's eating and drinking, in these few days, they also feel the hardships of life, the vegetable salt water surface, pots and pans, that also need to do it yourself, the Yi people are not as good as a peasant woman。 Facial aging. When else can it be compared to the helplessness at this time, but the Yiren have never made a request to the owner of the Drifting Rain Village, a request that may not be needed in a lifetime.

I hope that the owner of the Drifting Rain Village will look at the feelings in the past, and can make a promise to the Yiren, and promise to do one thing for the Yiren, only one thing, just for the result, without asking the reason, okay?

Yiren only mentions it once in his life, when the owner of the Drifting Rain Village did it for the Yiren, the Yiren repaid the owner of the Drifting Rain Farm, and explained how.

My mother was raining, quietly looking at the white-haired former Yiren. Shi's mother Piaoyu wanted to say, "You can do anything, you can do a hundred, you don't need to promise, Yiren still doesn't understand, what you said, in the heart of Shima's Piaoyu, is more effective than Mama Piaoyu's promise!"

But the mother Piaoyu still said, "I promise you a promise, no matter when, no matter where." Both. Promise others as little as possible. I'm afraid that I won't be able to do it when the time comes, and I let Yiren underestimate my mother's behavior.

Yiren silently looked at his mother's rainy and gray hair, recalling that it was black and bright at that time, Xu Yiren's high spirits, and now he is happy that Yiren is willing to go to the soup and fire, as if the picture is reappearing. Spoke softly, "The Yiren no longer have the slightest joke about anyone in the world, only the people in the world laugh at the Yiren, the appearance of the poor Yiren, the place of passage, the people who meet on the road, the Yiren who see it, there are a lot of pity and sorrow, and the envious and jealous people are gone, not to mention the owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa that stands on top of the world, and the mother is raining."

There are jokes in the Yiren and the capital of the rain. Tu Ruo people in the world laugh at the ignorance of the people of the world, that is, at the beginning, carefully recall and recall.

Dou Yiren is also a canary in the cage, laughing at the eagle that soars in the sky in the rain! Unexpectedly, the owner of the village is still haunted by the rain and has not forgotten.

How can a flower not be broken when it has already borne fruit, and how can it not sprout when it has taken root?

The mother of the matter said in the rain, "The rain is incompetent, although the flowers are very beautiful, but how can there be no watering and manure, careful care, and people who protect the flowers." "If the sword of the mother Piaoyu has not been withdrawn, if the heart of the mother Piaoyu has not been tired. Then the red-faced and white-haired Yiren is the carving and imprint of the rain, and the masterpiece of the rain.

Although it is broken now, it has more charm. It's impossible to have a heaven with the arrangement!

Let's go back! Go back to the place where we first met, where we came from, where we go back, start from there, and end there, the things of life can have such an ending of reincarnation, how can the mother be in the rain, there is this blessing, God treats the mother in the rain is not thin, and I am satisfied!