A single mountain has four seasons, and every ten miles brings a different sky. Deep in autumn, Beihu Village presented an entirely different scene, with lush tea plantations covering the mountains and fields, exuding wave after wave of spring fragrance.
Zhang Yao and Fang Yi sat in the study, talking for a very long time. Most of the time, Zhang Yao did the talking, while Fang Yi sat quietly beside him, listening intently.
Zhang Yao only ever poured out his heart completely when he met Fang Yi. It wasn't that he wasn't close to his parents and three older sisters; rather, he felt that saying anything of importance to them was like playing the lute to a cow—not only would they fail to understand, but they might even create endless trouble.
Chapter 93