Demon Lord 3

In fact, when I was in the small world, I discovered one thing, that is, winter seemed to have never passed. I asked curiously, when will spring come? My father told me that it will come when we reach the big world. After that, my father turned around and went to the big world and left us here. It really seemed that we could see the beautiful spring when we arrived in the big world. I could see butterflies there, and the apple trees were growing wildly. My uncle was waiting for me there, and my sister was also there to help me catch butterflies. There were also many companions waiting for us. Some companions were going there to find their true love, some were going there to see a doctor, and some wanted to go there to witness something. But no matter what, I promised everyone that I would definitely take everyone there, but I can't guarantee what the final result will be. After all, when we can reach the big world is a mystery. Whether ordinary people like them can wait depends on their luck. Some companions have been willing to stay with us all the time, probably because they are afraid that something will happen to themselves and their lovers and they will have no one to take care of them. So you come, and as long as we don't bother you, you can stay with us forever. There are those who keep us company, and there are even more who don't really want to stay with us, but are willing to take our shelter. These people are just ordinary friends, no big deal. Then there are those who wait to contact us after we recover. Unless they've saved my life before, at least I won't remember them. Winter seems to have never passed. I can still feel the cold here. Even though it's broad daylight, the snow still seems to have not melted. Especially when we started the riot and the war, the snow outside was unusually heavy. The mountains were covered with snow, and we couldn't find our way. The climate here is truly strange and confusing. I had already received my last patient. I said at the time that I would no longer be a psychiatrist. Actually, I regret this statement. I can go back to being an ordinary person. Isn't it good for me to be a psychiatrist? But then again, who would let me be an ordinary person? My father went to all this trouble just to let me go back to being an ordinary person. That's too much of a waste! My father couldn't have let me have such a simple experience this time. He must have made a detailed plan for me and hoped that I would do things according to his ideas in the future. I have long been accustomed to this so-called precise plan and did not refute it. After all, I knew that refutation would be fruitless. No one would believe me, and even I myself did not believe that my future achievements could be above this. I used to think that winter was particularly hard to endure, especially when I asked July this question, July's eyes would be wet every time. So, as an outstanding college student, or a returned overseas doctor with strong abilities, he found a good job, and got a high salary when he returned to China. I thought that such a successful person in his career would also have a lot of achievements in love, but I didn't expect that now he has gotten rid of the problem of love-brain, but he has encountered many twists and turns in love, and he will have to overcome difficulties with his lover in the future. I believe that the two of them should be able to go through this difficult road hand in hand. After overcoming all obstacles, there will be a bright road, and the future belonging to the two of them is ahead. July told me that she doesn't like winter. Winter is really too hard to endure. Every time she goes to mail a letter, her hands and feet will be frozen red. Then when she enters the house, her hands and feet start to itch, and then slowly the itch disappears. It was swollen like a radish. Every summer, he would just buy an ice cream after going out to cool down. But in winter, the house had no heating and the distance from the post office was a gap they could never cross. Tang Zongcheng was always slow in replying to July. It was impossible for him to write letters every day there as he had to work. So it was very difficult for him to do anything. He wrote letters regularly, and July would read them repeatedly after receiving them. Tang Zongcheng had said before that he liked to practice calligraphy, and he had practiced it to perfection. Later, he also wanted to cultivate his character and learned a lot of new things there. He did not have a high level of education before, but after entering there, he could calm down completely. He also participated in many activities, painting, writing, exhibitions, and all kinds of activities. He also had extremely high attainments in music. These years were not very difficult. In fact, there were two years that were relatively easy in ten years.