The sun sets in the west, with vast green mountains in the distance, and the afterglow of dusk envelopes the earth.

Xie Xun was riding on horseback, lazily walking through the mountain road. The breeze blew his sleeves, and the horse's hooves made a crunching sound on the fallen leaves. Occasionally he stopped to eat grass, but Xie Xun refused to move no matter how hard he pulled it.

He kicked the horse's butt angrily.

Viewed from a distance, the silhouette is outlined by golden lines, like a scroll.

Misty rain falls continuously in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, with white walls and black tiles, raindrops dripping from the eaves in a line, and childish nursery rhymes.

"Midsummer is here, the flowers are blooming,

The butterfly chases the baby around.

Winter is coming, the stove is burning,

The snowflakes cover my head and my hair turns white..."

Grandma was sitting in front of her house. When she saw Xie Xun, she recognized him at a glance. She waved with a smile. She was stooped and had silver hair. She was old, but her voice was still kind: "Young Master is here, why don't you see Tang An?"<
Chapter completed!