"Then me," Lu Jing turned himself over and smirked, "I want to be a storyteller!"

"That poor monk is going to spoil you..."

"you dare!"

"..."

The drunks laughed and made a commotion.

"If there is another possibility," Qiu Bodeng stepped on the stool, picked the locust blossoms on the tall branches, looked sideways and smiled at the teacher Wuluo who was waiting for him under the tree, "in exchange for me to go over thousands of mountains, across thousands of waters, and meet you."

"it is good."

The author has something to say:

The moon is full, and everything is just fine.

Just let the sincere young boys stop here.

I originally thought that when it was officially over, there would be some "mixed feelings", but I didn't expect to write the last word, unprecedented calm, like the dust falling gently, a dusty history briefly opened and closed again. Whether sad or happy, it is all left between the lines, and there is no need to repeat it.

When I was writing this book, I was busy with internships first, and then my physical condition was not very good, and I was particularly bumpy. Among them, when writing about the past of Qian Chen, the empathy was so strong that he almost felt despair together with Jiaojiao. Fortunately, they finally came out and gave them a rather warm ending.

My friend advised me to write a happier story. It's good for me and everyone (?) She was right.

So I decided to write a single "Lanshan Snow" next, which is a gift for me, for Jiaojiao and A Luo, and for the teenagers in the book to welcome spring in the snow.

So, this is the end here, I wish you all health, safety and happiness along the way.

See you on the next journey.

—— "Snow in the Mountains"——

(End of the book)