happy

In September, when I was bored for a year, I started laughing again. He saw it, saw the leaves, saw the flowers, saw the land, and saw that all the good existence was corrupted by him, and death ceased to exist. They seem to have countless twisted pale faces squatting under his feet, shouting, struggling, empty and desperate eyes to make his facial features more curved. He was pleased to see such a beautiful scene, as if to prove in this way, to prove his current dominance between heaven and earth.

Can you see it? He hung in the corner of his eyes with tears of mourning and a stunned look.

Who said he was laughing? Hey, are you all? No, in fact, he is not happy. A happy person can only be reflected in his rising tone and full of color.

The laughter came to an abrupt end. He ran out of his autumn hall, and the fiery figure was getting farther and farther away from the boring palace. He thought of going to the world. He hopes to have a better view to fill his desires - the deaths in those palaces have not been enough to prove his dominance in recent years.

When he arrived, his mana had consumed most of his mana and had to lean under a dead tree. The scent of death is more intense and intoxicating than the autumn temple, but autumn has been sleeping in the hustle and bustle of the sun.

"Young man, wake up! Young man!"

The impatience of shaking in the autumn, opened his eyes in disgust. Staring coldly at the people in front of me.

It’s an old lady. The wrinkles and squats on his face, licking his eyes, squatting on his back, a thick cloth on the body of "new three years, the old three years, sewing seams for three years", with a basket on his arm.

The old lady didn't seem to see it. He said happily: "Wake up, just sleep! You can sleep in this sleep! So a handsome young man, if you blow it, then there is no matchmaker." Go and go to my wife's house. nest!"

Autumn is a bit bleak. Is she caring about me? Is this the same for people on earth?

He suddenly felt that it was more fascinating than the feeling of death. Unconsciously, "good" has blurted out.

Early the next morning, when the autumn woke up, the old woman was preparing to go out. They saw the autumn and opened their mouths. "Whey, get up! We have to collect wheat! There is still rice in the pot!"

I was not used to the name of the dozens of reincarnations that I had forgotten in the autumn, and I slammed it. After drinking the porridge, he came to the field.

People are busy and very lively. Qiu felt that he had found something. He changed his clothes, walked into the wheat field, rolled up his sleeves, turned a sickle, and dried up with the big guy. Everyone talked and laughed, and autumn was gradually infected and laughed.

He feels that his heart has settled somewhere, has been filled with something, and does not need that nasty thing.

Later, the old couple told him that it was happiness.

He found his own four-leaf clover.

The fifteenth middle three: yilay23