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Recently, the biggest news in Lethe was the earthquake, but since that most severe shaking, there has been no more, and the most strange thing is that the cracks in the ground disappeared on their own overnight.Some old people say that Lethe River is a treasure of feng shui, and there is a big turtle carrying it underneath, and it will not be shaken or flooded for ten thousand years, Amitabha.Everyone listened and laughed.The chill of early spring is swept away by the swaying willow branches and bright sunshine.Zi Miao and Jiu Ju stood at the door and said goodbye to me."

Where are you going?"

I asked him."

Wherever you go, where there's water, there's me."

Zimiao smiled at me, pulled my palm, and dotted a drop of water on it, which was as clear as a mirror, reflecting my face."

Will you come back to see me" I am reluctant to let him go, like a child who is reluctant to his parents."

Of course.If he doesn't object. ”Zimiao pointed to my shoulder.The miniature version of Ao Chi leaned on me all day long, asking me to hug me and feed me, and now he squatted on my shoulder, rolling his eyes at Zi Miao."

It's okay to ignore him."

I glanced at Ao Chi, "This guy likes to be jealous anyway, let him eat enough."

I actually followed you and me, and listened to the woman's instigation, thinking that I was humming with you. ”Zimiao smiled and gently held my hand, "Cao Chun, this reunion and disaster is a good thing for you. ”"Hmm," I looked at those watery eyes."

True love must endure a long time, withstand suspicion, and withstand wind and frost.Remember, love is love, it has nothing to do with friendship and family affection. ”Zi Miao stroked my head and patted Ao Chi's head again, "This, you still need to continue to cultivate."

But luckily, you still have a lot of time. ”"So, what are you and I," I asked, open-minded and open-minded."

You answer."

He laughed.I took his hand and wrote four words on the palm of his hand.His smile almost melted in the spring breeze, and he took me in his arms, with an Ao Chi in the middle."

Uh, about my marriage and broken love," Jiu Ju poked me and whispered, "I'll tell you next time."

But you still have to be ready for red envelopes" I watched the backs of the two of them, faint in the afternoon sun.Where there is water, there is his existence, which is extremely reassuring.However, I always felt that he had something to say.However, it doesn't matter where Zimiao goes, the important thing is that I know where I'm going."

What did you write in the palm of his hand," said Ao Chi on his shoulder, fangs and claws."

I'll tell you when you're older," I picked up and tossed aside.I rejoice at the thought that I can bully Ao Chi for a year.Back in the store, I picked up the ordinary little notepad that was on the table.Dong'er, an arrogant woman, didn't apologize to me in the end, but before leaving, she angrily threw this thing at me, saying that it was a birthday gift that Ao Chi had prepared for me, and she had planned to steal it and destroy it.She only said sorry to Ao Chi, put a deed signed with her name in front of him, and shook her head back to the East China Sea.My birthday is actually quite early.Turning over the notepad, what came into my eyes was Ao Chi's crooked handwriting that was difficult to see one day, you stood in front of the Sphinx and asked it, is it really Napoleon who broke your nose or the time in the yellow sand is jealous of your heroic face and wants you to be incomplete.The sunset in Giza has just reached the tip of the pyramid, circles and corners, light and shadows, is what you are most looking forward to, perfect geometry.The brim of the hat covers your eyes, and wings are born in the lens, flying for four thousand years.One day, the morning sun sprinkled over the bronze statue of the mermaid, and the morning breath permeated every passerby on the waterfront of Copenhagen.Stones are scattered on the shore, and the hem of your skirt is stained with the foam of the wind.When the handsome prince has turned into a bald old man with a big belly, my little mermaid princess, are you still singing sad songs on the surface of the sea One day, you were hovering over the Nazca Plateau, and the noise of jet planes made it even hotter outside.The ground paintings at the feet bloom and extend in various exquisite and magnificent shapes.Eagle, spiral, triangle, octopus, without any restrictions.There was once a group of Incas who stubbornly waited for the gods to come back again and give the earth wonderful and intricate patterns.However, the miracle did not happen again.Perhaps, the aliens are still waiting.One day, you stand silently in the crowd, and the water of the Ganges smells unpleasant.In the filthy waters of the river are many pious and faithful faces and bodies.The women's beautiful big eyes swirled with shyness and dazedness under the veil.Children's hands may be dirty.However, no matter how dirty the little hands are, they are also looking forward to candy and the future.The Buddha said: One sand and one world, one wood and one Bodhi.One day, in Provence in February, the owner of Simon's restaurant served luscious wild mushrooms and poured a thick gravy over them.The dogs barked in the snow, and they got into the snowdrifts like bears, dyed their bodies white, and then came out.This piece of French countryside is not only lavender and wine, but also the four seasons, the olive oil mill.One day, you will travel anywhere in the world.To keep walking, to keep walking, is the greatest respect for this world.And I'm always by your side.I don't know when this guy was "poetic" and secretly wrote such words in every place we went.I only know that he doesn't like to read, and he doesn't have much literary talent, just a few hundred words, and he has changed it countless times.For me, he can do what he is not good at.It was probably the best birthday present I've ever received.I closed my notepad, and the sunlight shone through the window lattice and into the teacup, the turquoise tea swaying leisurely.I took a sip, which was a cup of "floating life" that I had brewed myself.There was a commotion in the kitchen, and Ao Chi was screaming again: "Where's my strawberry milkshake" I think, the story between me and Ao Chi has entered a new chapter, and the story will never be finished, someone else's, my own.Well, my "non-stop" has been rebuilt and I'm thinking about whether or not to reopen.t1706231537: