book of ten thousand words

Seeing that this guy can only gossip, I don't plan to argue with him anymore.At this time, Yun Shu had been whispering beside Fourth Master for a while, and it happened that he came back to look for us after finishing his speech.I took the opportunity to run up to him and asked, "Did you say that?"

"Say it," Yun Shu's eyes widened. "However, the next thing I found was not a girl, but a monk."

"What girl and monk?" The little prince saw that he couldn't understand what we said, so he immediately came over and asked with a pair of staring eyes.

Yun Shu replied, "It's the girl that the fourth master asked me to find. She has other things to do. I will leave the task of explaining to a monk."

The little prince yawned and immediately lost interest, "Well, that's so boring." Then he lay down on the chair in a big way.Yun Shu went over to push him, and said with a smile, "That's not necessarily the case. This little monk is a little monk in our temple, the one named Mingzhang. I'll be here in a while. Don't you always want to see him use Bamboo whip? Not only will he come in a while, but he will also perform for the imperial envoy."

The little prince's eyes lit up immediately, he sat up and said, "That's great."

She was so happy that she almost clapped her hands and stomped her feet.

I couldn't help laughing.After laughing, Wei Wei is a little distracted, thinking of her own affairs:

Since I can't find the red silk, wouldn't it be superfluous for me to be here?I was a little dazed.I wanted to leave at first, but I was grabbed by the young prince and refused to let go, so I gave up.

So what if I really follow the little prince?

Anyway, he was willful and refused to let me go.

If the prince is not happy, it doesn't matter, I will just follow the arrangement when the time comes.

Anyway, anyway, it's because the red silk can't be found.

...But where did the red silk go?

Thinking of this, Eunuch Ma's weird face flashed before my eyes again.The hall of Wanjuan Building in front of him suddenly became dim.I looked again at the colorful and resplendent everything in front of me, and finally I felt a layer of worry in my heart:

Everything seems to be the same, but it seems that something is different.

Hey, even though I said that right now, how could I really be a prophet at that time?But I still played, chatted and waited with the little prince.There is nothing else, just watching him change a few tricks and listening to him talk about the animals in Banna Garden:

"Besides monkeys, elephants, and peacocks, what else is there in Banna Garden?"

"There are many more, I can't remember. There are bison, waterfowl, pheasant, pangolin, and two, oh no, three big tigers!"

"Is there a tiger?"

"Yes, yes, mother tiger just gave birth to a cub, and I will take you to see it next time."

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It was nothing more than small talk.

Later, I never went to the Banna Garden of the Little Prince, but many years later, I went to the Great Limpopo Park once.The Great Limpopo Transnational Park was the largest transnational wildlife park on Earth in its era.It spans the three countries of South Africa, Mozambique and Zimbabwe, and is rich in species and vast in area.In a full 2000 square meters of land, there are more than [-] species of plants and hundreds of species of mammals.There, I was lucky enough to see a magnificent animal migration.Such a free world full of vitality and all things growing, after going there once, I am sure that I will never forget it again.

...Ah, what am I trying to say?

I want to say that with such an experience, the huge impact brought by a small garden, a small elephant, and three tigers in the Pingxi Palace has long since faded in the layers of past events.In other words, the deafening conversation back then and the private zoo that fascinated me have long since lost any charm that I can remember clearly.

But I don't know why, it's weird to say, that kind of casual chatting scene...

Yes, it's just that kind of wonderful scene, not the specific time, that made me deeply intoxicated.It doesn't matter what you say, and it doesn't even matter who you say it to.What's important is that when all that happened, the spring feeling beating in my chest sprouted, green and joyful, everything was inexplicable, and everything was about to move.

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How can I describe this long-lost feeling to you?

Maybe there will never be a way to describe it.

But I suddenly remembered a little poem from long ago:

I remember when I was young,

You love to chat and I love to laugh,

Sitting under the peach tree once,

somehow fell asleep,

How much do you know about flowers falling in your dreams...

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Today, this dream has finally woken up, but my dear little prince has also disappeared.

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