"Gently, I will leave you, wipe away your tears around the corner, in the long night..."
Duan Yun hummed a song as he walked along the road.
The autumn wind was bleak, the leaves like the thinning hair on a middle-aged man's head, no matter how resilient, they must leave the scalp, thus the scene before him was somewhat desolate.
So Duan Yun unconsciously started singing such a song.
But when he reached the Wangchun City area, his song changed.
"You say you want to escape, but you just have to land..."
Although this is also a melancholic song, there was no sadness in his voice, instead, a sense of harvest joy.
Because the scene before his eyes was one of bounty.
Thousands of miles of fertile land, the rice sown in spring was beginning to be harvested, whether farmer or warrior, everyone was bustling with energy.
Watching the people coming and going, sweating in the fields, Duan Yun felt that the bleak feeling had been completely swept away.
