The Spring Festival is coming.

At home in the distant mountains, the Spring Festival has its unique joyful atmosphere and meaning.

The hall downstairs is decorated with very beautiful lanterns, those glowing, colorful, strings of small bulbs, twinkling and twinkling, like stars in the sky.

On the window pane, there are beautiful big red window flowers, and those window flowers are all the craftsmanship of Mrs. Yuan.

Outside the gate, lanterns are hung and festive couplets are pasted.

The pen and ink of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing are, of course, from the handwriting of the distant mountains.

Living in the Asia-Pacific C Mansion, Yuanshan's daughter Xiaojuan and her husband Xudong came back with two four or five-year-old children, Weiwei and Wenwen, carrying large bags and small bags.

A family of three living in the United States, Yuanshan's sister Yuan Li, brother-in-law Guo Jia, and niece Xiaoxi also returned. They not only brought back new ideas and ideas from abroad, but also brought many new things that were not available at home or were not easy to buy. For my brother and sister-in-law, for Xiaojuan Xudong, especially for Xiaojuan's pair of dragon and phoenix twins.

These gifts are placed on the bar counter in the lobby, they are gorgeously packaged and exquisite, and they are all decorated with ribbon flowers.

On the day of the Chinese New Year, everyone gathered in the hall, opened gifts, looked at gifts, screamed, laughed, hugged each other and thanked each other, and turned the world upside down.

The niece Xiaoxi from the United States, the girl who was like a little fairy, played the piano and sang, while Weiwei and Wenwen, the two little guys in kindergarten, both ended up, dancing hard and seriously to accompany Xiaoxi.

Mrs. Yuan looked at these happy children, sighed with satisfaction, and her face was full of happiness.

During the Spring Festival, in addition to their family, many relatives and friends, and leaders at all levels also came to visit and greet them.

The current Yuan family is really full of friends and full of seats.

Yuanshan is controlled by these lively scenes every day, and sometimes he really feels a little noisy, at this time, he will choose to hide in the study, read books, or practice his calligraphy.

It was a very large and spacious study.

The walls on all four sides, except for the long floor-to-ceiling windows, are almost occupied by bookcases.

These bookcases are all of a top-down structure, but the shelves are wide and narrow, so in addition to books, calligraphy and paintings, these cabinets also display some antiques and carvings.

These are the beloved things of the distant mountains.

In addition to his political success, he was also an avid writer and calligrapher.

Seriously, many enterprises and individuals are proud to get his ink, and of course, some people are trying to build relationships and curry favor with the mayor. But his characters have indeed been instructed by famous artists, and they have the pen of Wang Xizhi.

On this day, Yuanshan hid in his study again.

Looking at the various books that have been sorted and sorted out, all neatly coded on the shelves, his heart is really infinitely comfortable. When he saw the part of the novel, somehow, the figure of Leng Yue immediately flashed in front of his eyes.

Dressed in black clothes, with a dignified and noble head, and a pair of melancholy big eyes seemed to be staring at him.

Yuan Shan shook his head, wanting to shake off the shadows that lingered in his mind, but he didn't expect that Leng Yue's figure became clearer.

He smiled wryly and sat down in his chair.

Lately, he's always avoided reminiscing, avoiding thinking about everything related to the cold moon. But memory is a thief, it peeks into every crevice, sneaks into his heart and mind, can't throw it away, can't escape. The more he forced himself not to think about her, the more her image floated and enlarged in front of him.

In the end, Yuanshan gave up the idea of competing with himself, and there were no thought criminals in this world anyway.

He sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair.

How can there be such a woman in this world, every time I see her, I will have different changes and feelings. Sometimes chic, sometimes dignified and mature, and sometimes naughty and cute like a child.

Yuan Shan pondered, thinking of Leng Yue's ridicule and naughty eyes, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

He looked at and looked at the photos of the cold moon and lotus flowers that he had inadvertently taken in Diaoyutai countless times, although the picture was not very clear, but it still evoked infinite associations in him.

The study was quiet, and the breeze gently clasped the window lattice, making a soft sound like a song.

Sitting in the study room like a small library, on the writing desk, spread out the book "The Resurrection of Angels" written by Leng Yue.

Yuanshan had read it three times from beginning to end, but the words in the book could still shake him.

What shook him was not only the story itself, but also Leng Yue's refined and sharp writing.

She writes about loneliness, about desire, about human instincts, about the delicate relationship between men and women...... God, she's a genius!

Toyama sighed and stood up, he walked around the study a few times with his hands behind his back, and then picked up the novel and continued reading. It's as if there's something very sweet, very powerful, infinitely tender, infinitely loving relationship in the book that connects them together.

Downstairs, Xiaojuan called him to eat, and he was shocked.

His daughter was the most precious treasure of his life, and his wife, the one who was with him through thick and thin.

He couldn't betray them, he couldn't—he didn't want to hurt them. But, thinking of Leng Yue, he had to admit that he was moved by her.

Although there were no substantive problems between them, they were spiritually and spiritually derailed, so that he vaguely felt that Leng Yue suddenly had a lonely relationship with his future thoughts and life.

He doesn't want to, and he doesn't want to be talked about, pointed at. He was afraid and wanted to run away, but he found that he couldn't help himself......

Yuan Shan walked downstairs quickly, no longer giving himself the opportunity to miss Leng Yue alone. He wanted to let himself forget himself, Leng Yue, and everything in this lively and warm family relationship......