Of course, the people in the city who have lived for generations will naturally not lose the meaning of life because of the cold and cheerless city, nor will they burn incense and worship God because of the bustling city, hoping for a long life.

After all, this is life!
On joy or sorrow, poverty or wealth will eventually return to peace of mind in the course of time
This is life!
People in Pucheng naturally know how to live.
Whether it’s spring, summer, autumn and winter, or whether the Pu Academy enrolls students, the opera cheers in the theater have never stopped, and there are still business trips coming and going in the inn, busy staying or having a rest.
Tianxiangge is still full of feasts and laughter.
The shopkeeper of the pastry shop, Xiao Er, still plays with a willow branch in front of his playmate, playing a swordsman or swordsman, and then accidentally falls at the feet of a female guest who buys cakes.
The child fell but didn’t cry.
In his cognition, whether a swordsman or a swordsman is a hero who never cries, even if he falls really hurts.
The woman who came to buy cakes squatted down gently and looked at the children’s eyes, but tried not to shed tears. The water smiled slightly, then unpacked the oiled paper and took out a cake and handed it to the strong child.
The child knew that his family’s cake was full and took a bite, and his mouth was full of intimacy, so that he could no longer feel the pain. He got up happily and waved the willow branches in his hand, which knocked himself down and went to war for 300 rounds.
The woman got up and looked back at the signboard of the shop, then gently pinched a cake with her slender fingers and sent it into her mouth to leave with her palm on her back.
I have long heard that there is a shop in Pu city that makes snow cakes, which is not too delicious compared with the authentic Xingyunzhou snow cakes. So she specially stayed in this city for some time, looking for someone who has been missing for a long time, which makes people reluctant to part with the snow cakes.
It’s been a long time since she ate such a delicious and memorable snow cake.
That’s the smell of memory.
She remembered once that it was Miyagi, the ninth emperor of Dayan Empire. Yan Nanfei invited her and her closest relatives to eat snow cake.
Breathing freely, enjoying the feeling of cool autumn and refreshing autumn, tasting the most favorite cakes, walking on the most spacious street in Pu city, not only made me miss something.
Nv Lu Tian Xiang Ge
There was a table in Tianxiang attic near the window. It was none other than many new hosts who just entered Pu Yuan last autumn. Naturally, it was Tianxiang Pavilion’s new shopkeeper, Tang Yu’s fiance, who was the first family in the world.
Jiang Manlou put this seat on the table as a farewell banquet.
He can’t remember how many farewell banquets this is in Qiu Lai, knowing that there will be fewer like-minded classmates in his monastery after each banquet.
He once sent away his ten robes one by one, but now he wants to bid farewell to his classmates.
Jiang Manlou sometimes thinks that he still insists on staying in the monastery. What is it?
He didn’t have an answer to this question. He thought that maybe he wouldn’t do it, maybe he wanted to wait for someone to wake up.
He wants to wait for someone to wake up!
……
It’s rare to have some interest in the banquet.
If it weren’t for today’s stalking and beating out the boring taste from the Tibetan building, his farewell banquet would still be boring!
Jiang Manlou held an altar of wine with his eyes drooping and drunk, and the cool breeze came on his face, and he just threw up in the jar directly.