Lu Ying has never forgotten this scene. Even later, when the hero was old and frosty, he still remembered the half-drunk Bai Xun sitting on the table with a smile: "This wine is really good, I will make some more next year."
For the first time, Lu Ying quietly looked forward to the spring of the second year, with branches full of flowers and flower pickers under the trees.
But unfortunately, before the new buds sprouted, the peach tree had been turned into powder by a fire.
Also burned together were the tables and chairs where he and his master drank together, the small courtyard where they lived together, and those disturbing and difficult-to-express thoughts.