Looking at the willows on the 59th day,

The seven or nine are about to open up and will be liberated.

Every household replaces the old,

Sacrifice the kitchen to clean up dust without leaving any dust.

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Count the days, it is now the 59th day. With Nan Xiaonian returning to the Four Seasons Fairyland, even the Little New Year has passed in China, and it is almost the end of the New Year.

------China Shenzhou?Beijing-----

Meng Jiuzhou and Dahan walked along the riverside together, and it was the familiar park again. Time flies and comes more than once a year, but the scenery is very different every time.

The warm-wearing Jiuzhou was not cold, and it was even a little drowsy. So the Great Cold asked Jiuzhou to sit on a bench with a backrest by the river, looking at the scenery and resting. If he fell asleep, he would take a rest.

Looking at the frozen river water in front of him, the ice was still hard. Jiuzhou took out the map of the number nine cold-relieving in his arms and added another note.

"Well, today is cloudy." Kyushu muttered and found a gray pen, filling it with a petal. Thinking of a small poem I found on the back a few days ago, Kyushu turned over the rice paper.

"If you don't take action in one nine, two nine, four nine, walk on the ice, look at willows along the river, the seven nine, river blooms, the eight nine, geese come, nine nine plus one nine, oxen walks everywhere."

Oh, Jiuzhou heard my mother say this, no wonder she looks so familiar, but she just didn't remember it very clearly.

"It's Wujiu now, so... look up at Liu!" Jiuzhou said silently, and suddenly raised his head and looked upwards.

This scared Dahan, thinking that Jiuzhou had just fallen asleep and had a nightmare, so he suddenly woke up.

Just as he was about to comfort Jiuzhou, he heard Jiuzhou speak, "Brother Dahan, Brother Dahan, said, "Five 969, look up at the willow... But has the willow sprouted?"

Jiuzhou looked at it for a long time but couldn't see a trace of green bursting out from the willow tree. Helplessly, he stood on the chair, tiptoed, and looked upwards.

Look, look...

Following the gaps of the willow trees, from one shore to another, it is not easy to see the tulle made of more than a dozen willow trees on the other shore from the gaps.

Oh, it was a light green gauze, thinner and more delicate green than the matcha powder sprinkled by sister Lichun.

It is not the green, translucent green that is as vibrant as a teenager, but a kind of green that is mixed with light yellow and full of vitality like a baby.

Jumped off the chair and carefully wiped the chair clean. Then Jiuzhou jumped to the stones by the river. Looking at the hazy willow trees on the river and the other side of the river, Jiuzhou felt a little sad. These days, Jiuzhou and this land, and the gods in the Four Seas Fairyland have deep feelings. Thinking that he was about to leave, Jiuzhou was a little reluctant to leave.

"Well... it takes seven or nine to see the river." Jiuzhou unconsciously placed his thoughts on this world and the gods on the spring water of China's Shenzhou that cannot be seen again.

If Jiuzhou was bigger, she might think of a sentence that was not very appropriate, "I would like to ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

But Jiuzhou is still young and cannot even fully understand the feeling of parting. He wants to go home quickly to see his parents, and also wants to stay with this world and the gods for a while.

It is also thanks to the poet who used his separation from his old friends to teach Jiuzhou that life has its own path and that the breeze and bright moon are always with each other, so that Jiuzhou will not be depressed in the separation soon.
Chapter completed!