Changes
Quietly, it was almost April.
The sun rose from the east and was always moving, unconsciously, it had hung in the middle.
The air also became warmer and warmer along with the sun.
In the alley, people were still very scarce.
Only the branches of peach blossoms protruding from the courtyard were falling one after another in this warm climate.
The pink petals fell on the bluestone road, on the weeds.
As soon as the breeze blew, they continued to roll on the ground and finally piled up on the edge of the wall...
In his yard, Ye Bei still sat at the wooden table.
The smell of rice in the air was getting stronger and stronger.
However, as time went by, what Ye Bei saw was the opposite yard's rising smoke became lighter and lighter.
"Some people, just see them once is enough; some dishes, if you eat too much, they will lose their taste."
Ye Bei stood up and murmured softly in his mouth.