Liu Changan went home in a peaceful and happy mood.
In fact, for Liu Changan, the longest and most difficult thing in life was the management of his mood and state of mind. According to the most naive imagination, in a life that was like the river of time, he was used to seeing life and death, and all kinds of things in the world. When he was as transcendent and superior as the Act Tough King, his heart would wither and disappear, and his mind would be as lonely as ice.
If that was the case, everything in the world would be boring, and the mortal world would just be a nuisance. It would be better to stay away from the world and go to the most inaccessible place in the world for thousands or tens of thousands of years, transcending like an immortal, without a trace of worldly dust.
What was the difference between living like this and a dead thing?
People cultivated immortality because they felt that if their lifespan was not long, the mortal world was just a passing cloud. They first sought longevity, and after becoming an immortal, there would be a place to go. After the mortal world, they would come to the immortal world, which was wonderful.
Liu Changan had already lived a long life, but if he felt that the mortal world was just a passing cloud, and adjusted his state of mind to that of the common people, where could he go next? There was no immortal world in this world for him to ascend. Was it interesting to show his transcendence in the mortal world as an immortal? Was it tiring? Was it stupid?
There were all kinds of things in the mortal world, bitter, happy, sad, and happy. Only couples envy, not immortals, understand?
It was far more difficult to control one's mind and state of mind than to think that one was transcendent and unsentimental, because this was going against the heavens and the river of time, stubbornly maintaining one's original heart.
The first of the Tang's Seven Rules:
The people of the past have gone on the yellow crane, and here is the Yellow Crane Tower.
The yellow crane has gone and never returned, and the white clouds are empty.
The clear river is beautiful, the Hanyang tree is luxuriant, the Parrot Island is luxuriant.
Where is the village pass at sunset? The Yanbo River makes people sad.
If he wanted to be the Yellow Crane Tower, then be the Parrot Island. If he wanted to be the Parrot Island, then be the Parrot Island. Liu Changan was just one of the thousands of tourists.
Why not Du Fu's "Climb to Heights"? Because everything was controversial. What he liked was the first, and nothing would change.
Liu Changan had chosen his own life, and he liked it. Who would want to live the life that they imagined?
Back home, Liu Changan performed the "Seedling Plucking Technique" under the Chinese parasol tree. He wondered if An Nuan had practiced her "Qinhua Alchemy". In fact, Liu Changan did not really care about girls' breasts. The key was that An Nuan was very particular about it. She always liked to fuss about Bai Hui in front of Liu Changan, so he might as well satisfy her.
Women were like this. It was the easiest to give them what they lacked. Otherwise, they would continue to fuss about anything. It was just that some girls cared about material things, and some cared about other things. There were so many of them, and it was hard to describe them all. After all, they were fairies that were hard to understand.
At this time, An Nuan sent a photo. A beautiful girl was leaning against the flowers and plants on the balcony. Ivy was lush and verdant, and jasmine was actually emitting a fragrance. Her cheongsam set off the girl's tall figure, and she had a mature charm. Her curves were soft and smooth, like the willow branches on the riverbank swaying in the wind.
The most beautiful enjoyment, of course, came from that indescribable appearance. In order to match the style of the cheongsam, the girl lazily combed her hair. Her calm and slightly bashful expression mixed with the scattered strands of hair mixed with the sunlight falling through the mottled leaves. It always made people want to sigh at the peace of time and the beauty's youth.
Even without filters, she was like a poem or a painting. This was An Nuan.
"I wanted to look for you, but mom forbade me, but I wanted to let you see the clothes I made. They weren't humiliated. Today, I feel more confident than ever, Liu Changan …"
The message stopped abruptly, as if it was not finished.
"My mom came to peek just now, so annoying!"
"I'll wear it for you when I have the chance."
Without a doubt, An Nuan was in a good mood. She was about to send a message full of emotions, but she was interrupted by a certain someone's sneaky look, making it difficult for her to continue naturally.
Girls paid attention to the atmosphere, the state, and the sense of ceremony. They didn't say and do whatever they wanted.
Liu Changan was the one who said and did whatever he wanted. He continued to practice his Seedling Plucking Technique, and even went to the room to pinch his face. He always felt that his face from the era of the Republic of China was more suitable for the cheongsam … Perhaps it was because of Ye Sijin. When he saw the cheongsam, he thought of Ye Sijin and what he looked like at that time.
He adjusted it again. After living for so long, he couldn't always have the same name and face. Now, his social status and appearance were quite good.
Walking out of the room, Liu Changan received two more photos. One was the original photo of An Nuan, and the other was taken in the same place. Even the angle of light and shadow were similar, but the person was different.
"Aren't you afraid of bursting your clothes?" Liu Changan really didn't expect it. Fortunately, the material of the clothes was elastic, and the woman's waist was slender, without the common bloated lower limbs of mature women.
But it was really beautiful. Compared to An Nuan, it was a completely different style. Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each good at their own advantages. The woman's appearance was picturesque, her eyebrows were as soft as distant mountains, and her slightly opened lips hung a trace of tenderness that was rare for her age. Her fingers rested lazily in front of her lower abdomen. She exuded a lazy charm and maturity, like a pomegranate in October.
"Who looks better in it?"
"You look very gentle and beautiful, and your sister looks more mature, charming and elegant."
"Hehe, that's my mom!"
"Hehe, stop joking."
"I'm not joking with you. Don't you always want to know what my mom looks like? Today, I'll show you. "
"I'm surprised that the people of the past have immortalized, and now I know that fairies exist in the world."
"What? The first sentence is from 'Pass Magu Mountain in NC County', and the second sentence is made up by you."
"You're saying that your mom looks like a fairy."
"Oh … I just realized. Thank you."
"It's just that it's a little tight."
"I've gained weight recently … Oh my god!"
"I'm talking about your mom."
"Oh … Bye."
Look, the women in this world are so cute, why would I forget about them? Liu Changan thought about what to eat tonight while doing the seedling pulling technique.
Last time, Zhou Dongdong helped him finish the cured meat, and the goose was also finished in one meal. Only the soup was left to make noodles. Recently, he had been eating more meat, so he dared to add eggs and meat to all kinds of soup noodles.
He didn't eat the loach for the time being. Even Zhou Dongdong didn't want to eat the fried loach because of her gluttony. She was still raising it conscientiously. If he really ate it, he was afraid that after eating three bowls, she would inevitably cry bitterly and use the towel on Liu Changan's clothes to wipe it. That would be unacceptable.
Although Zhou Dongdong was a stupid child, she had some redeeming qualities compared to ordinary children. For example, she delivered soy milk to Liu Changan regardless of rain or shine. It was not difficult for most children to do it passionately for a few days, but it was rare for them to insist on getting up early and leaving the bed.
Zhou Dongdong also fed the loach regardless of rain or shine, and she worked hard without complaint.
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