Joy of Life - ~ postscript

An ordinary cottage, an ordinary woman.

She had just poured water on the crops in the small courtyard, and several newly born chickens rushed to grab the rice on the ground.

The days are very dull, the woman is very satisfied, her life is exchanged with her hands.

She leaned against the stream and held a book of semi-leisure poems.

This is her only fun, the only hobby.

The stream was clear, and she looked at the stream sideways.

The glare of the sun made her groan for a while.

The clear stream of water faintly reflects a vague man.

Oh, if you leave.

The woman's heart begins to jump.

The illusion of a man reflects a faint glow of golden light in the sunlight of the stream.

She gaze gazing at the stream, and for a moment, happiness blooms in gaze.

The woman blinked and the shadow of the stream had disappeared with the disappearance of the water.

She covered her eyes with a slender hand and slowly raised her head.

Suddenly, the figure that was in the stream was reflected in her eyes.

"The secluded period is even, I am happy to sit for a long time, I am shocked and stunned, and I am rejoicing." She muttered in her mouth.

The woman smiled. . . . . (Finish)

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