One day, Yan Xi asked: Xieyao, what kind of life do you want?
Xie looked at the swaying ripples of the river in the distance. The rows of houses on the distant river bank were brightly lit with candles, illuminating half of the night. The sound of willow leaves and paddles beating against the waves was heard in a gentle tone: "Grass cup, dim light. Smell the flowers in the morning, watch the sunset. When you can't sleep at night, sit in the yard to enjoy the cool air. Read and write on weekdays. Plant flowers and admire the moon in your free time."
Yan Xi didn't take it seriously, but it was just the life of ordinary people.
Xieyao smiled faintly, with some hidden pain in his eyes, but his tone was calm and he said: "Yes, it's just the life of ordinary people."
Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance