The mother-in-law said, "Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a Terran boy. He was born with a strong spiritual talent, and he has become the top spiritual master in the world at a young age. In order to train him, his mother sent him to travel all over the world. He walked through the cold Wuthering Plateau, and went to the sea of thousands of poems and the misty ocean on the horizon. In the Misty Forest, he overcame many difficulties and defeated the legendary monster that caused the trouble. He is chivalrous and righteous, and his whereabouts are like floating clouds, so everyone calls him a ranger, and also calls him a floating cloud knight. The Ranger is not only powerful, but also handsome, and all the women who have seen him fall deeply in love with him. But he was tired of this kind of admiration in exchange for his appearance, and he was looking for his destiny as he traveled around. One day, he came to the territory of the demon clan, the edge of the Ten Thousand Flower Tide, where ordinary and weak flower demons lived. In a small corner where the tide of flowers is in full bloom, he sees a wounded flower demon. The ranger didn't say anything more, and did his best to save the dying flower demon. "The Flower Demon is grateful to the Ranger, 'You helped me, and I will definitely repay you in the future. The flower demon looked at the ranger's handsome face and said shyly. The Ranger smiled and comforted the Flower Demon, 'I believe that one day, I will need your help', and after saying that, the Ranger turned and left, leaving his back like a cloud. Watching the ranger drift away, the flower demon made up his mind to make himself stronger through his own efforts, so that he could one day help his life-saving benefactor. Although he is very weak, he devotes all his time to become a strong flower demon. Whether it is ten years or a hundred years, she has always insisted on her dream. "A hundred years of hard work has strengthened the determination of the flower demon. The days and nights of hard work finally paid off, and she achieved remarkable achievements in spiritual arts, and at the same time cultivated into a human form early. Whenever her companions around her were resting, she kept cultivating, and whenever her good sisters went to play in the forest, she was the only one who worked silently in a remote corner. My friends asked, 'What are you doing this for? The flower demon always smiled lightly and said happily, "In order to help that person." Her companions did not understand what she was doing, and laughed at her delusions, 'Do you know his name?' Does he know your name? The life span of the human race is only a hundred years, how long do you think he will wait for you? Even if he can wait for you, won't he leave this world somewhere in a hundred years? And even if he hadn't left this world, do you think he would still remember you? You're just a weak flower demon, and you can't help him with anything for a powerful psychic like him.' If he still remembers you, but he is a human being, you are a demon, and the demons are different, it is impossible for you to come together. After listening to the words of her companions, the little flower demon walked away sadly, and she walked into the tide of ten thousand flowers, and lost her way, she stood under the ancient tree and whispered to herself, "I never thought of falling in love with him, nor did I ever desire him to remember me." I only hope that one day, I can repay him for this kindness, and I only hope that I can do what I can for him when he is in danger. I have never worried about him, O ancient tree, because there is nothing in this world that can cure him to death, even death. 'Powerful psychic magicians will live much longer than ordinary people, and their youth will be permanent. One afternoon hundreds of years later, when the ranger came to Wanhuachao, he saw a beautiful and moving woman, she was the little flower demon that the ranger saved a hundred years ago. However, a hundred years later, the ranger had forgotten about the little flower demon, and he politely saluted the woman. The little flower demon was very excited, and chatted happily with the ranger, and she was glad that she had met the ranger again. The two chatted for a long time, and after a long conversation all night, the ranger understood that the woman in front of him was the flower demon he saved a hundred years ago. The ranger was very moved in his heart, moved that she had waited for her for hundreds of years. The flower demon yearns for the outside world in the mouth of the ranger, the inscriptions and the infinite abyss on the sea of ten thousand poems, the unpredictable sky on the sea of stars, and the wonderful life of the human race. So she wished she could go on the road with the ranger and reach the end of the world. ”

The ranger hesitated for a moment, but did not agree to the flower demon's request. He left behind the Divine Sword that accompanied him all his life, hoping that the Flower Demon could use the power of the Divine Sword to unify the entire chaotic Wanhua Tide. The flower demon was very obedient and did not force the ranger to bring himself. She accepts the Ranger's will as a reward for saving his life. The Flower Demon did not live up to the expectations of the rangers, and a hundred years later, the Flower Demon unified the entire Flower Clan and became the famous Queen of Ten Thousand Flowers. When she sat on the highest throne of the Ten Thousand Flowers Tide and stroked the sword left by the ranger back then, the ranger never appeared in front of her eyes again. Year after year, the Flower Demon gradually forgot the Ranger's name, his face, and his voice as he waited. The Flower Demon only remembered that there was such a person, who had been here. ”

"What happened later?" Ivas could hear it, and his tone was full of anticipation, "What does this have to do with Xian Xiangxue? Could it be that Xian Xiangxue has a very special meaning to Wanhuachao?" There are many stories and dramas that come from the history of barnyard officials in the past, but people are happy to accept them.

"Xianxiangxue is a white and blue flower, and legend has it that it was a gift from the Knight of the Floating Clouds to the Queen of Ten Thousand Flowers. The mother-in-law explained, her eyes full of yearning, "Xianxiang Snow is a kind of flower that blooms on the whistling plateau of the Snow Country, grows under the Peak of the God of War, and can grow and bloom in the coldest winter of the Snow Country. The language of flowers is strong and unyielding, and the ranger hopes that the flower demon can create miracles in the most difficult environments like Xian Xiangxue. From that moment on, there was one more beautiful and moving white and blue flower in the tide of ten thousand flowers - fairy fragrant snow. ”

As soon as the mother-in-law's words fell, a voice came from the side door of the dining hall, breaking the quiet morning. The coachman was already waiting at the door, and the sound of the horse's breath broke the quiet morning.

"It's time to go, the car is already here. Thank you for the story. I hope I can become a Cloud Knight one day. Ivas lifted his pack and whispered, then walked towards the door.

The uncle and mother-in-law sat quietly on the row of leather sofas where Ivas had just eaten, watching him leave. Evas's back melts into the newborn morning sun, as if returning to the scene of the skinny figure standing in the sunset five years ago with a gray backpack as large as the size and a brown-red suitcase.

Ivas walked to the side door of the dining hall, turned around, and said, "Thank you, thank you for taking care of me for five years, your help I will never forget." He stared at the uncle and mother-in-law at the table with complicated eyes, with reluctance, gratitude, and sadness in the family......

The golden sunlight of the morning sprinkled weakly on Evas's face like powder, removing the chill of the early morning. It was the first time that Evas had felt the warmth of the early morning in Du, albeit briefly.

"We appreciate you too, kid. Please remember that we have always been your friends. The corners of the uncle's eyes were wet, as if they were shining, and he supported his forehead with his right hand, covering his sad expression.

"You've given us five years of happiness, thank you, Evas. You are a good boy, may good luck be with you. The mother-in-law's eyes were full of gratitude, and she waved her hand to signal Ivas to leave, "But don't delay any longer, you won't be able to leave." ”

"I have one more question that I hope you can tell me. Iwaston paused, clearing his throat, "Same question as five years ago, what is your name?"

"You don't know?" said the mother-in-law surprised, "although I didn't tell you personally, I think you should know." ”

"That's right. The uncle echoed, "There are still people around who know us, don't you know?"

Ivas shook his head. Since Ivas met his uncle and mother-in-law five years ago, they rarely revealed their true past, and some of the stories they told were difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, but Ivas believed them.

He thought that it was inconvenient for his uncle and mother-in-law not to reveal their past and names to him, so Ivas never paid attention to it. To this day, Evas wants to take one last chance and know their names.

"Penodin Salman Kudun. The uncle didn't hesitate and blurted out, "It belongs to the vanguard of the Second Brigade of the Third Infantry Regiment in the Fengmingshan Area of the Seventh Group Army of the Holy Alliance Dragon Country. "It's like war is imminent, report your identity to the commander before the battle.

"My name is Eton Harona. The mother-in-law's tone was not as passionate as the uncle's, like a dragonfly dotting water, leaving a round of slight ripples.

The sound of horses' hooves outside the door was heard again, and a deep gasp urged Ivas to leave.

"Kramer once said: There is no feast in the world that will never be dissolved. Fate always brings us back together. Uncle Nordin put away his reluctance, like a soldier, without too many sensational words, "I believe we still have a chance to meet." ”

Itvas's feet are like being fixed by wax, he can't take a step, and his back is like being restrained by thousands of threads. His mouth also seems to be sealed, and he can't say a word.

The wall clock in the dining hall in the ancient dragon country style walks little by little, like an old man in the last years of the wind and candles, walking with difficult steps, watching the time pass minute by minute. The sunlight outside the window shone into the empty dining hall, and the bowl of oatmeal and yam paste that was left was the only heat left. The summer of July in the Dragon Kingdom arrives in the city in the morning with the sun, the temperature soars, and the cold and unforgiving sea breeze softens.

The horses outside the diner's door waited impatiently, and kept walking back and forth on the stone floor with their hooves. The rough wheezing of the horses drifted into the dining hall from the window, and the fishy smell of the horses could be smelled from a distance. At six fifty-two, it's time to go, Ivas thought to himself.

He turned his head, afraid to weep at the sight of them. He decided not to look back, and strode out of the door of the dining hall, looking up at the blue sky, the white clouds were still floating in the ocean, and flocks of tuk-tuk birds were like yellow boats, rippling in the heavenly seas. He looked to the window and waved his hand, "May you be happy, Uncle Penodin, Granny Eton." He yelled to the window, hoping they could hear.

The moment Evas stepped into the carriage, the second person to eat breakfast in the morning entered the dining hall, and it was the beginning of a new day for Uncle Penodin and Grandma Eton. But no matter what, they couldn't lift their spirits, and they felt like they were lost.

"Port Calmerou, right?" asked the coachman, turning to Evas, his grinning face giving it a sense of intimacy. The coachman looked like he was in his forties, with rough skin, like air-dried bark. There are more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes than at Granny Eton, and the deep grooves on her face are the marks of erosion of time.

"Yes, sir. Go to Port Calmerou. Ivas put his luggage in the back of the carriage and settled in. He hooked his waist and walked into the carriage, which was not large, and a small round table of exquisite pure wood, made of fine foggy arbor. This tree grows very fast, growing more than 10 meters tall in a year. The humid climate of the foggy country makes the trees softer and more fragrant. A circle of faux leather sofas surrounds a round table. The small carriage is covered with a layer of brown-red carpet, which makes the simple carriage suddenly show the atmosphere of noble points.

"Are you ready to go, young and handsome sir?" asked the coachman, "your voyage is at nine o'clock in the morning, and it will be about an hour later." "Generally speaking, in the Dragon Kingdom, people in the service industry will think a little more about customers, and they always believe that customers are God. Coachmen have a habit of caring about their customers' journeys.

But Ivas was a little unaccustomed to the coachman's praise, "You can go." Ivas said casually, and then he slowly opened the pale yellow patterned curtains on both sides of the carriage, and a smell of perfume from the tree country came to his face, and as soon as the curtain was opened, it was more convenient for Ivas to see the scenery on the side of the road.