Momo Tumi Flowers Bloom Late

A cup of fragrant tea and a book can steal half a day of leisure; a touch of the setting sun and a pot of wine can give you a half-life of freedom. Sequel to "Holding Hands for a Thousand Years" The story of Zixuan and Mo Xiaoyan's son Duanmu Xiaoyao —————————————————————————————————— When I finished writing A Thousand Years in Hands, I vowed that I would write the story of Zixuan and Xiaoyan's son. Over the years, I wrote a story of my own, a story about drunken laughter, and some appreciation of poems. I never dared to write, first of all. The reality is too real. I get up early and stay up late all day without touching the ground, and I still have to beg for a bite to eat, so I have much less time to dream. Furthermore, it was because of timidity that I didn't have the same courage as before, and also because I needed a force from the bottom of my heart to make this thing happen. I forget what day it was, but suddenly I felt like I had an enlightenment, so I decided to write this story for the sake of the world waiting for love. Winter has been here for so long, and this story has just begun to be updated here. Although it is belated, I hope it can bring some warmth in the winter. Ps: I hope I can still focus on doing something, code a little, and create a dream. Mu Xuanran, ashamed, go up December 2, 2012