Wuyi Lane

"Fuer, you said you don't like people in government." "What?" "I would like to petition the Emperor to allow me to resign. If so, are you, the swallow in front of the king's funeral hall, willing to fly into the homes of ordinary people?" Tezuka spoke truthfully, but Fuji felt his mind was blank. How could he not understand what he meant? If he could agree, if he could. . . "No two, no two!" While his heart was in pain, Fuji heard someone calling urgently, but the familiar voice lost its usual calmness, and he suddenly smiled. "Hey, Tezuka..." He stretched out his hand and was immediately held tightly. The familiar warmth came from the palm of his hand. Fuji smiled even deeper. He pressed against the man's chest and listened to the chaotic heartbeat, but he felt inexplicably at ease. You are finally here and you have finally caught up. "Tezuka... I can finally be your swallow." "Are you... Still willing to take in that swallow?" "No two, no two!" There are wild grasses and flowers beside Zhuque Bridge, and the sun sets at the entrance of Wuyi Alley. In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people.