drifting clouds sinking sea

Since I didn’t feel comfortable after a few days, I will explain the follow-up, thank you for not giving up.

Alright, I'm about to start:

third generation.

Yuan Suiyun dragged his feet and refused to reveal those thoughts, but he was unwilling to let go.Yuan Suiyun accompanied Lu Xiaofeng through many crises of life and death, and also accompanied him in joy and sorrow, but he never said that sentence.Ten years later, Lu Xiaofeng spent less and less time in the small building, but Baihuaniang could not keep a single drop.

Finally, in No. 11, Lu Xiaofeng stood outside the gate of the small building for a whole night, but he didn't take a step to enter.

Yuan Suiyun woke up and listened to Lu Xiaofeng's breathing and heartbeat all night.

No one spoke.

At dawn, Lu Xiaofeng left.

Yuan Suiyun still didn't speak.

The Baihuaniang buried under the willow tree was dug up.

The yellow mud loosened, but no one remembered to break the willow.

Five days later, Sikong Zhaixing approached him, and Lu Xiaofeng died.Died after being drunk and picked a strange flower on the cliff.

In the backyard of the small building, there was an extra grave, which was nameless.

Yuan Suiyun cut down the willow tree in front of the door, brewed Baihua wine every year, and swept the graves for 30 years, desperately remembering Lu Xiaofeng who had been entangled for three lifetimes.

Only then did Yuan Suiyun understand how much a life means to those who care about it, even the mud on the soles of that person's shoes is extremely precious.

Open your eyes again, Fourth World.

Yuan Suiyun has sunk into the icy ocean forever, and what is alive is Lu Xiaofeng's best friend, Huamanlou.

His small building is always waiting for anyone to come in, planting all kinds of flowers in the world, and the back kitchen is always warming up the hangover soup.

Yuan Suiyun was used to going to bed late every night, saying that he was admiring the moon.

At the age of 40, Yuan Suiyun adopted a child under the name of Lu Xiaofeng. He was a mischievous child, but he followed his surname Hua and Qiwu.

One night, Sikong Zaixing invited Yuan Suiyun to drink.

The two laughed and cried.

The phoenix bird rests in Wu and returns to its hometown, drifting clouds and sinking into the sea without a trace.

Chuuxue walked away with a flick of his sleeves, and Zhaixing deliberately took one step in vain.