Death is not the loss of life, it is just walking out of time and breaking free from the shackles of time.
Looking at the bright moon in the sky that seemed to have remained unchanged for billions of years, Yang Fan suddenly recalled the ancients who had left their names in history.
Even though those people returned to dust two thousand years ago, their spirits still pass down through endless time and space, forever.
"It has been suppressed for two thousand years?"
Hearing Yang Fan's words, Yang Qianli's face turned red.
When writing the inscription during his trip to Hanyang, Yang Fan never said this.
When traveling to Suzhou and Taihu Lake, Yang Fan did not make such bold statements.
The bigwigs in the same industry were all surprised. Are they going to witness the birth of immortal works like "Yellow Crane Tower" and "Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng"
Thirteenth Aunt’s beautiful eyes sparkled.
In his daily life, Yang Fan had also written some masterpieces such as "Spring River Moon Night" which surpassed all the works of the Tang Dynasty. However, the words he wrote on this trip, as well as the words he wrote when he traveled with the Liu sisters last time, were all brand new, and he never used the words he had written before to make do.
According to Yang Fan's personality, there will be a new masterpiece this time, and Aunt Thirteen is looking forward to it.
Liu Qianqian's face was flushed with excitement. At this moment, she seemed to be looking for treasure. After searching for a while, she finally found the treasure chest and was waiting for it to open.
"Two thousand years, so amazing." Liu Yueyue's eyes were like water, more moving than the stars in the sky.
It is easy to distinguish Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian when they show their true nature.
One is as gentle as water, no matter how big the emotional fluctuations are, only some ripples can be seen on the surface.
A young, lively and energetic person, like a butterfly dancing on a bright flower in the sun.
"Where is Guoguo?" After speaking so much, Chu Fan felt a little embarrassed because there was no desk, pen, ink, paper or inkstone in front of him.
In ancient times, when only education was valued, scholars had servants or page boys, and carried pens, ink, paper, and inkstone with them.
When attending a meeting, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are indispensable.
Decades ago, scholars would still carry one or two pens in their pockets, and no one would make fun of them.
Nowadays, few people carry pens in their pockets, let alone in their bags.
"Uncle, are my chicken wings ripe?" In front of the barbecue stall, Guoguo, who had just finished eating his first chicken wing, looked up and asked Chef No. 2, his eyes shining.
"Don't eat too much." Master No. 2 was a little embarrassed. The adults were all playing over there, eating and drinking, and no one was taking care of the little girl. How could he take care of her
"Not much. I haven't eaten tonight. Is this the first time I ask you for food?" Guoguo said naively with a greasy mouth.
Master No. 2 and Master No. 1 looked at each other and thought, it’s amazing, he can tell lies with his eyes open at such a young age, what will happen when he grows up.
"Call Guoguo over." Yang Fan said to Aunt Thirteen.
Aunt Thirteen nodded and walked towards Guoguo.
Her waist-length black hair was tied up behind her head, revealing her snow-white neck. Her black dress, which resembled a dress, fully outlined Aunt Thirteen's perfect figure.
All the men present couldn't help but take a look at Aunt Thirteen, but they only looked once more and didn't dare to look again.
Women, on the other hand, don’t have so many concerns. They look envious and even have shining eyes.
Thirteenth Aunt's figure is just like those of internet celebrities that are photoshopped out of the ordinary. Women's hearts beat fast when they see her.
Liu Yueyue and Liu Qianqian were also secretly envious that Aunt Thirteen's figure was getting better and better.
It is said that mature women are like honey, plump and moist. The Liu sisters sometimes also yearn to reach that stage.
From a certain perspective, they are still immature now.
Looking at Thirteenth Aunt's back, Liu Qianqian became more certain that Yang Fan had contributed greatly to Thirteenth Aunt's current charm.
Rigorous scientific data shows that if Yang Fan was still pure, it would be impossible for her to have tasted it so many times and she would have been unable to control herself long ago.
But in fact, Yang Fan always stopped at the right point. If Liu Qianqian struggled a little, he would give up.
Liu Qianqian didn’t think that Yang Fan didn’t have the ability to force a team fight, and if Yang Fan wanted to force one, Liu Qianqian couldn’t really resist.
"I remember the first time I met Aunt Thirteen last year, her temperament wasn't this charming." Liu Qianqian quietly pulled her sister aside.
"Really?" Liu Yueyue thought it was just her illusion. Since her sister also suspected it, it must be correct.
Liu Qianqian said excitedly, "Sister, after you and Yang Fan... have sex, it won't be long before you can catch up with Aunt Thirteen."
Liu Yueyue looked around in panic. She was so scared that her sister dared to say such things to her in front of so many people.
"Shut up. You can't talk about this kind of topic outside." Liu Yueyue said angrily.
Yang Fan didn't see the Liu sisters whispering, so he said to Yang Qianli beside him, "Uncle Yang, have someone bring the writing board prepared for Guoguo over here."
In the children's entertainment area, there is a writing board with wheels.
Children like Guoguo love to scribble and draw, and she had been doodling on it for a while before.
"Okay." Yang Qianli didn't let anyone go over, but ran over himself, very excited.
He really wanted to see this poem that has dominated the world for two thousand years. Even if Yang Fan didn't engrave it in, he would be satisfied.
Soon, the writing board was pushed over by Yang Qianli.
The writing board has already been mostly scribbled on.
The children’s paintings are truly abstract paintings: it seems that a sun is rising above the boundless sea, a few seabirds are flying high, and the waves are surging; it also seems that there is a bright moon in the sky beyond the rolling mountains... Several adults and a child, with their backs to the world, are looking at the landscape painting in front of them. There is a table next to them, which is full of food. Most of the food cannot be identified, but there is a chicken wing that is particularly obvious...
Yang Fan picked up the water-based pen on the writing board and looked at the abstract painting drawn by Guoguo with a smile.
Everyone's eyes fell on the pen in Yang Fan's hand.
"Dad, did you miss me?" At this time, Guoguo was brought back by Aunt Thirteen, holding a chicken wing in his hand, half of which had been eaten.
"I thought about it." Yang Fan touched the little girl's head.
Most people thought that Yang Fan was married and Guoguo was his biological daughter.
Having reached this point, life should be complete.
Fame, wealth and power are all fleeting. Yang Qianli and others felt this state of mind in Yang Fan. Only such an open-minded person can stand at the top, overlooking the world and compose eternity in the world.
"Dad, let you have some too." Guoguo held up the chicken wings in his hand.
"Okay." Yang Fan squatted down and took a light bite.
Then he squatted and wrote on the writing board.
"Song of Water Melody: When will the bright moon appear?"
In the abstract painting, these nine words seem to jump out suddenly.
Seeing these nine words, Liu Yueyue's beautiful eyes instantly turned into two clear pools, leaping with light.
The sweetness and excitement of "The bright moon was there at that time, and it shone on the colorful clouds returning" once again surged from the bottom of my heart.
He said that she was the bright moon, and many of the most beautiful poems in the world were born because of her.