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I didn't expect that Wen Ying, who was seven or eight years apart between the two, thought for a while before he asked Jiang Shanglu, who was looking at him at the moment, with some uncertainty.

"Do you think I'm not very mature when I'm only 25?"

I was completely laughed out by Wen Ying's serious and serious appearance. Jiang Shanglu, who was in a really good mood, wanted to simply reply, you usually look like a 50-[-]-year-old old man with a serious face, but you want to After thinking about it, he still raised the corners of his mouth to coax Wen Ying, saying,

"No, I think it's very suitable for the two of us now."

Because of Jiang Shanglu's words, he was completely relieved, afraid that he would run away in a while, so Wen Ying, who had done everything just now, also squeezed his hand.

Although he was still curious about Jiang Shanglu's identity in his heart, and he also had some doubts about the species he had never voluntarily revealed to himself, but Wen Ying felt that these things can be put aside for the time being and then slowly understood, at least for now... He had already succeeded in keeping the heart of this man who seemed to be beyond his grasp.

"Happy New Year." Jiang Shanglu yawned thinking that he would have to get up early and leave here tomorrow.

"Well, happy new year." Wen Ying, who was thinking that she should get up earlier and wanted to see him off, also replied in the same way.

……

And just like that, the two spent the last evening of what was a special year for both of them together.

At the beginning of this year, they were fortunate enough to meet each other. Although they suffered a lot in the middle, they were still fortunate enough to stay here and watch the snow at night quietly together for a while. There were too many opportunities that could not be explained clearly. , and in a place they couldn't see, at the end of the world and in the silent place at the end of the world... something was happening quietly.

In City Y, Mr. Jiang, who was still thinking about his second uncle's words before going out, was finally lucky enough to have a New Year's Eve dinner with his new girlfriend, Ms. Chen Jinhu's family.

In the pocket, Tang Zong, who had changed into that silly sheep pajamas, was happily nestling in Yong Jinnian's arms, talking to him in a low voice, and scolding him next to him.

Di Yong was propping up his chin, feeding his obedient and cute snake with the curious and excited Sangsang, and the snake was also looking at his flowers obsessively.

Tired of crying, Deng Tao was lying on Poinsettia's lap and fell into a peaceful sleep, and the little Poinsettia was gently stroking the little girl's hair.

In the distant Gang Rinpoche, after a long journey, Ye Kuan, who knocked on the door of the Tibetan temple, finally saw the face of Wang Zhimo, whom he was looking for.

And under the bodhi tree in Guanshan Temple, the little monk Guixue, who was sweeping the first snow of the new year for his uncle's town temple, also raised his head and suddenly looked at the heavy snow in front of him and sighed. For a long time, he helplessly touched his shoulder and said in a low voice,

"Uncle Shi is right. The fallen leaves know how to follow their roots to return home. I heard that the roots of the benefactor must not be here, so the leaves can't fall back here... Spring, spring, please come quickly, it's best If you can quickly help me bring home the happy and joyful Donor Wen and his flowers, Amitabha."

------------【The first phoenix · one leaf and one bodhi · end】.

Volume Three: One Tree, One Floating Life