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Chapter 217: The Fallen Leaves Return to Their Roots

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    Lao Han and I chatted for a long time in the starry night. Under the dark sky, we had different concerns.

    Lao Han said that he lived in a daze for most of his life, and the only person who was sorry during this period was He Yanyan.  When he was young, he felt that career was the most important thing, and thought it would be shameful for a man to start a family without his own career.  Because the social responsibilities that need to be borne by oneself after many years will be extremely heavy, and no one will forgive a person for not being able to support his family.  He said that until today, when everyone has squandered their youth and returned to the place where they started, they realize that in fact, the most real thing in this life is to embrace the one you love and live an ordinary life for the rest of your life, whether you are rich or poor.  As long as you can enjoy every morning sunrise and every evening sunset with your family, that is the most beautiful and romantic thing.

    In the eyes of young people like me, what he said can only be understood, but cannot be deeply understood.

    Lao Han said that he is lucky in this life, wandering the world for so many years, and there is still someone waiting for him persistently.  Thinking about it, it is not easy to have someone as infatuated as He Yanyan these days.

    The not-so-large house behind me can't accommodate more people, so I have to leave after late at night.

    Lao Han still didn't want to finish it, so I interrupted him and asked him to take He Yanyan's feelings into consideration in the future.

    Lao Han smiled and said that he would go to the town to get the certificate in two days, and after waiting for most of his life, he must have a status.

    "Those beautiful ladies in Xi'an, are you sure you won't miss them?" I asked with a smile.

    "Hey, those are just floating clouds. When you reach my age, or have the same life experience as me, you will think so!" Old Han said.

    "I hope so, I think you should have a very happy life, blessings in advance!" I said.

    Lao Han stood up and patted me on the shoulder. He asked me to take a photo of himself and He Yanyan, and I silently nodded in agreement.

    Back in the house, Lao Han approached the edge of the kang, sticking to the silver-haired woman a little jerky. They seemed to be conducting a particularly grand ceremony, cautious and timid.

    Actually, I shouldn't call He Yanyan, I should call this great woman Mrs. Han.  Mrs. Han said that she has lived most of her life and has never taken a photo. The things in the new society are really good.

    My eyes suddenly felt hot. Sister-in-law Han probably has never seen the high-rise buildings in the city, and the famous brand clothes in the shopping malls. She probably doesn't know the lifestyle of city people.  For a woman who has never left Lao Gaochuan in her life, her world is only as big as the mountains and rivers in front of her. There is no intrigue, no intrigue, no mistress, no love that smells of copper, she sticks to it in an almost stubborn way.  promise.

    In this turbulent world, she is in a quiet corner, no one disturbs her, letting the years go by herself.

    Truly great love should actually be like this, we don't need to look at love from a worldly perspective.  In the world of love, there is no matter, no money troubles, no matter whether you are poor or rich, love should be pure.  Just like in He Yanyan's eyes, it doesn't matter if Lao Han is poor or rich, and it doesn't matter if he is old or decrepit. As long as the hearts are together, the world will be big.

    We have experienced too many mundane things, love that cannot be sustained without a house, car and tickets, and an age where poor appearance is more terrifying than low IQ. What kind of mentality should we use to describe the beauty of life?

    After taking pictures for Lao Han and Mrs. Han, I returned the phone to Lao Han before turning around and going out.

    Lao Han kept sending me out of the grass in different shades. He said that he would never be empty or boring again. When one day his hair and teeth fell out and he couldn¡¯t walk anymore, he would be here.  Find a sunny place with good feng shui and good sightlines in Pianshan Col, where the fallen leaves return to their roots.

    Lao Han asked me to give Uncle Wei and Mr. Guo a message. He said that people of their age can understand what they do.

    I said that everyone will envy your lifestyle, and your chic is something that others cannot learn from.  As the presidents of the company, they obviously couldn't let go of the things in their hands easily. Relatively speaking, they were much more tired than Lao Han, and they would also lose a lot.

    The two of us walked across the grass and returned to the intersection we had looked at first.

    "Go back, I think you won't leave here in the future, and I will come to see you when I have time. Old Han, we haven't known each other for a long time, but we are called confidants because we share the same smell. I still want to thank you for eclectic  Ge, condescending to associate with a young man. Let me have a new understanding of the world and my own life. So thank you, Lao Han."

    Looking back at the wilderness when I speakof.

    I woke up naturally in the morning, because there was nothing particularly important, I woke up slowly, and asked Mr. Guo about the next arrangement after breakfast.

    "There is still time, why don't we go to see the Hukou Waterfall? After we are done, we can drop by and return to Xi'an after dark."

    Mr. Guo's idea was affirmed by Uncle Wei. I need to drive alone for the next 800 miles. I am worried when I think about it. Fortunately, I can relax at Hukou Waterfall halfway, or I will really collapse.

    We set off smoothly under the proper arrangement of Lao Cheng. This trip made me want to understand many things, not only the so-called dreams, but also things that should be grasped hard in life.  I am beginning to miss the days in Xi'an. We should all live well in this world, not impetuous, have dreams, be calm and have faith, that's good.

    The farmland along the way fell backwards, and we soon arrived at the holy land of Yan'an.  This is the world of red, this is the world of the eternal light of the revolutionary spirit.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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