Chapter 25: New year

Gu Rufeng seriously scooped up the wood and replied casually: "In this life, a person cannot confess his fate or fail to believe it. Free-fee-first-fat → [chasing] [book] [help]
Everything is destiny.
Maybe it really is, Liu Yan thought about it, why he came to this place after he died, maybe it was the arrangement of fate.
The sky is quietly snowing. This is the second snow. The sky is covered with silver. The entire mountain is covered and endless. The trees are dotted from a distance. The mist rises in the mountains. It really only exists in deserted places.
"The snow is getting heavier and he wants to see it. Go back to the house." Although Gu Rufeng did not want to disturb the other party's interest, it was cold.
Liu Yan said aloud, and said casually: "Thousands of miles, yellow clouds and white sundial, north winds blowing wild geese and snow."
It should be in due time.
His body was stiff and Liu Ye hadn't read a book, why would he still chant?
The snow was getting bigger and bigger, almost covering the sky, the peace between heaven and earth was becoming less and less, and the doubts piled up were getting deeper.
The third snowfall is New Year's Eve, in honor of Liu Ye ’s deceased father and mother. In fact, the two were buried in the woods not far away. The bare two small earthen bags were the lives of two people.
Liu Ye has only sporadic memories. He is unfamiliar with his parents, but he also has grief. I don't know whether it is the atmosphere caused by the dry tree or the instinct left by the body.
Gu Rufeng watched quietly: "If only my parents could have a grave."
Liu Ye glanced in surprise, knowing that he was the son of the victim, but not even the grave.
The ancients paid particular attention to the fact that a dead person is too big.
Although I was puzzled, I didn't ask. She comforted: "To be able to teach people like you is definitely a very transparent person, only to see the reality. You are safer than anything else. As for the trivialities of some people, they have become gods, how can they control the world? "
He smiled bitterly: "It's the first time I've heard you so comforting, let's go."
After all, there is still work to do.
On a busy day, looking at the meals on the table, Liu Ye was particularly fulfilled. After all, he cooked instant noodles and had frozen dumplings.
People really grow.
When the meal is done, it will be a lot easier. After all, it will be enough for three or four days, and the rest is leisure time.
Gu Rufeng held a book and sat at the table reading. Liu Ye was relatively boring. He was lying on the bed and his thoughts flowed. I couldn't find anything interesting.
There are many modern entertainment facilities. In ancient times, there were no gadgets. Reading and writing was a pastime of cultural people. Now, this illiterate seems to be able to do nothing.
After turning over the second one, he couldn't bear it anyway. She went to the kitchen to find the axe, and began to chop firewood. After a while, she made fifty-four pieces. Then she took Gu Rufeng's writing brush and dipped in ink to write up.
Gu Rufeng has a little pain. If the rough template slides around, the brush is definitely useless, and there is not much ink left. But still said nothing, after all, Liu Ye rarely took the initiative to do something.
That person is all about concentrating. It's nothing more than playing something out. Poker is a good recreational thing. Unfortunately, there is no thick paper shell on hand, and I can't bear to spoil the expensive and expensive white paper. I simply use wooden blocks. When you get a card, you can only stand on the table like Mahjong, but it is better than nothing.