The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Su Xiaoya didn't know yet that two groups of people were rushing from the capital.

At this moment, Su Xiaoya and Yu Shuheng were sitting in the sky garden of Base No. 2, admiring the sunset in the sky.

Not only did the fiery clouds burn up half the sky, they were also like sparks running wildly, jumping around and staining everything with red.

From a distance, it looks like an art student who has just started to learn oil painting, randomly and irregularly smearing on the oilcloth...

“Do you like oil painting?”

Su Xiaoya asked casually while rocking in the rocking chair.

Uh!

Yu Shuheng felt a little embarrassed.

He doesn't have any artistic talent at all.

My least favorite music is symphony.

My least favorite painting is oil painting.

I can't understand or see anything at all.

Especially Monet's garden, it really feels like a corner of a rural yard. I don't understand why it is so popular.

It also gives a lot of thoughts.

I can only say that if you don’t have artistic talent, you won’t be able to appreciate it.

And that symphony sounded like noise to Yu Shuheng, the volume was over 80 decibels.

I really don't understand how those experts can hear the emotions and stories in it.

All I can say is that a summer insect cannot talk about ice.

It's a waste of effort to play the lute to a cow.

Su Xiaoya didn't expect Yu Shuheng to answer.

She just suddenly wanted to chat.

Don't be restricted by the content of the chat.

It's just about finding the feeling.

It seems as if we are still on Blue Star.

Still in an unknown courtyard.

In my spare time, I watch the sunset with my classmates.

When I was young, I didn’t know the taste of sorrow, so I forced myself to express sorrow in order to compose new poems. Now I know the taste of sorrow, and I want to express it but I don’t. I want to express it but I don’t. I just say that the cool weather makes autumn a good time.

Uh!

Far away.

Even when writing new poems to express sadness, one cannot ignore the seasons.

But, inexplicably, I felt much better.

Yu Shuheng looked puzzled from beginning to end.

He was able to keenly capture the sudden sadness that suddenly emerged from Su Xiaoya's body just now.

However, before this straight man could figure out how to persuade her, the melancholy mood inexplicably disappeared.

Sure enough, don’t try to guess what a girl is thinking.

No guess.

Anyway, Yu Shuheng was very open-minded and quickly put these emotions aside.

The scenery of the setting sun is indeed unique.

"The setting sun goes down the Emei Peak, and waves to me, as if listening to the pines in the valleys. The guest's heart washes the flowing water, and the lingering sound enters the frosty bell. I don't realize that the green mountains are getting dark, and the autumn clouds are darker."

Sure enough, looking at the sunset from a human perspective is different. Yu Shuheng was so excited that he recited the only poem he remembered about the sunset.

I feel that it is quite good.

puff!

Hahaha!

As a result, Su Xiaoya burst out laughing.

Yu Shuheng was still confused by the laughter. He blinked and looked at Su Xiaoya in confusion.

Hahaha!

Hahahahaha!

Su Xiaoya smiled even more happily.

As expected, they are two big fools and have no literary talent.

Look, when I see the sunset, all the poems I think of are about autumn, which is outrageous.

Seeing that Su Xiaoya was really laughing happily, Yu Shuheng inexplicably followed suit and smiled foolishly, and then laughed louder and louder...

The lingering sadness in my heart of being a stranger in a foreign land and missing my family during the holidays seemed to have dissipated with the laughter.

Two people, after all, are not so lonely anymore.

Maybe one day, they will find their way home.

As long as you keep moving forward, everything is possible.

Isn't it?