Under the empty eaves, Leng Suxiang lay on her back in Han Shouwei's arms, playing with the delicate horn comb in her hand, looking at Xiao Luo Ling who was prescribing the medicine, and beside her was watching Xiao Lingfei, with a puppet carved in her hand.
Deep in the corridor, Han Shouyu was arrogantly swinging the gummy-like Mo Sheng. Next to him, Lan Yao and Shen Yin were chatting and joking. Their beautiful phoenix eyes contained a full smile and a hint of charm.
"Xiao Zhenzi, if you don't drink with me, you don't love me!" Jiang Nian, who had drunk too much, hung on the blushing Xiao Zhen in the yard, mumbling and talking.
Several medicine drying racks behind them were almost damaged. In a small open space next to the stone table, swords and swords were dancing wildly. Leng Yinxue and Lu Ying competed again, with two baby dolls crawling on the animal skin blanket next to the wicker chair.
Looking at Leng Yinfeng, who was basking in the sun on the wicker chair, he was already drowsy, and the wrinkles on his face were telling of unforgettable years.
A homing pigeon flew into my hand, which was Master's greeting from far away in Tianxiang Valley. Han Shouwei lifted up a strand of Leng Suxiang's dark hair, kissed it with a smile, and said, "It's so good!" He looked up at the eagle circling in the sky, and the scars on his face were soaked with golden sunlight. The wind in the distance caressed his hair, and his clothes were fluttering. I hope this world will always be so peaceful.