"I'm just glad that Zi Zheng got what he wanted," Su Rimu made a gesture of toasting to the man in blue wearing a flute from a distance, and then drank a strong drink. The wine jar was empty. He threw the empty jar aside and wiped his lips. Drinking wine, but not paying attention to the sweat sliding down his forehead, "It's not mine, I can't envy you."
Envy is a primitive driving force that urges people to move forward towards their goals and ultimately achieve their own expectations------He is not Fu Yuanzhou who carries a "blood inheritance", and Zhen Zhen is not Bennett Fu who aspires to dominate the world. , do not live in the eye of the storm that is always in danger, and do not need to be so greedy and attached to every inch of time. Since it is not what you want, why bother to envy it?
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Dingzhou City. Wangxiaoyuan was located on a very high ground. When he sat on the roof, he could see half of the city.
The setting sun is shining, and the smoke is curling up. Looking at it like this, it seems that the years have been quiet.
"Actually, it's no different from back then." Su Rimu said, with unknown vicissitudes of life in his tone.
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