When it comes to things like cabbage worms and not exceeding the rules, the original trance ambiguity between young men and women has a bit more dignified taste. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Why the cabbage worm is green is just a guess, and if this speculation wants to be proven, it needs to look at the whole world to make evidence, and of course it is not something that a closed country shrouded in fog can prove.

Lin Xi, who has read many books with this logic since he was a child, would not have thought that Jian Chen's simple sentence would be shocking. It's just like a tiny, seemingly forgotten sesame seed buried in the depths of the heart, or one day it will germinate.

From the ambiguity of Nuan Nuan to the ugly cabbage worm, and then to the boring geometric arithmetic, a mumbling of boys and girls in the autumn still turned into a boredom similar to what Chen Jian did in the city.

In fact, Lin Xi listened very happily, but it was not the same as the soft day that Jian Chen thought, and it was inevitable that he secretly scolded himself in his heart for saying a few words that a dog can't change eating.

It was not early, Chen Jian left, Lin Xi sent it, and the wooden fence separated the two people again.

Inside the fence, Lin Xi looked at the cabbage worm that had just been made into a specimen in the morning, thinking about Chen Jian's words, and thinking about the cabbage worm. I thought of Jian Chen from this lovely dead cabbage worm, touched the invitation card from the theater, and smiled, not thinking about the cabbage worm for the time being, but thinking about the person behind the cabbage worm.

Outside the fence, Jian Chen rode a horse, thought of Lin Xi first, and smiled himself. When the horse heard this laughter, he thought that his master was about to turn back to the wooden fence again, and reluctantly stopped to turn around, but the reins were pulled and realized that this was not the case, and he hurried home.

In the clatter of the horse's hooves, Jian Chen thought of the cabbage worm again, and then thought of the rules of the cabbage worm, and couldn't help sighing.

Behind the cabbage worm is not a simple thesis, but a change in the entire worldview, and it is also the source of the chaos in the world and the accelerant of the external religious war after the fog clears in the future.

With the spread of this strange political system, the advantages of certain technologies, and the abundance of superior geographical environments, it is very likely to cause some earth-shaking events.

For some groups on the outside, a full-blown clash of worldviews can lead to many possible and accidental consequences.

Either it's a cultural circle war, where secular atheism and creationism can't coexist, and they infiltrate each other and have their own leading parties, and see who lasts to the end. Either that, in the thirty years of the great struggle between God and the secular, the old and the new religions, another big bomb has fallen into a tsunami.

Either the elite of some cultural circles comprehensively reflect and reverse the ethnicist thinking, with the rules hidden behind the cabbage and green worms, and the heavenly world outside the glass grinding mirror, the three views are completely destroyed and the faith collapses. So that they think that everything they believe in is dirty and ugly, so they are backward, and together with the theocracy, monarchy, traditional values, and traditional religious beliefs tied together, they are smashed and stepped on 10,000 feet, and the overkill must be overcorrected, and there is no new continent to transfer internal contradictions as an outlet, and after a hundred years, a river of blood will flow, and no one will dare to pick up the crown and scepter on the ground - no matter how strange it is, two hundred years later, a coalition of all European socialist republics will angrily denounce this side as the last bastion of imperialism.

These are all ridiculous and distant accidents, but for the group he belongs to, they are actually facing some dangers, and Chen Jian is inevitably a little worried.

The ultimate care of this ethnic group is probably that people live to realize their self-worth, and human beings are the foundation of the world, history, and reality - Chen Jian is very worried about whether he can resist the ultimate care of another religion, heaven and hell, and transcendence on the other side - especially after the story behind the cabbage worm is accepted by this ethnic group, after all, there is still a lack of a complete set of systematic philosophies to counter those more mysterious-sounding ultimate care.

He didn't have the ability to do this, so he could only wait until his thoughts were connected by the sailboat.

Maybe...... At this time, what you should think about is the scene a few days later, and the people who watched the play together.

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In the early morning of the ninth day of August, the sun still rises over the sea on time.

The pale red sunlight shines through the window opened by Lin Xi, painting a layer of glaze on the simple furniture in the house, casting a shallow, lonely and youthful shadow on the bookcase on the side.

Lin Xi washed his face and rinsed his mouth with a bristle toothbrush, his hair was wet and not completely dry, wrapped in a large towel, revealing shiny green silk.

Tilting his head sideways, he rubbed his hair with a towel and looked at the sun outside, saying that it was still early.

The time spent quietly waiting for his hair to dry was spent in front of the bronze mirror, wearing only a profane stumbling on his body, and the slightly cool wind blowing in through the window on the autumn morning, and the young skin that was exposed to the outside rose up with some fear, and perhaps somewhere else, just blocked by his clothes.

Through the window, you can see the flowers in the courtyard, and the pale yellow petals can't help but stretch out their bodies, swaying slightly, waiting for a bee to fly by.

In the distance, I don't know whose dog barked, I couldn't hear it clearly from a distance, but it didn't stop, and it didn't stop for a while, which probably alarmed the owner.

Somehow, this dog barking reminded Lin Xi of a little poem that he couldn't understand when he was a child, and because he didn't understand it, he forgot it after reading it, but today he suddenly remembered it.

It is a very old poem when the Xia Kingdom was first built.

There is a dead moose in the wild, and the white grass is wrapped in it. There is a woman with a spring, and Jishi tempts her. There are Pu Yi in the forest, and there are dead deer in the wild. The white grass is pure, and there are women like jade. Relax and get rid of it! I don't feel like I'm embarrassed! No envoy barks!

As a child, she wondered, why take off your clothes for fear of being heard by dogs?

Now, she understands that undressing is not necessarily about changing clothes.

Of course, at this time, only wearing profanity is to change clothes, so there is no need to be afraid of barking dogs from afar. Thinking of the strange, charming, unclear but vaguely shy dream I had a few days ago, I shook my head, smiled in the mirror, and found that my face was slightly red.

"It must be sunburned."

She told herself.

But I thought to myself, if I closed the window, the sun would not shine in, then I would know if it was really the sun.

So instead of closing the window, he turned his cheek to the sun, convinced that it was so.

When the hair dried out and fell back down, Lin Xi stared at the two headbands on the table that were used to tie the bun, and suddenly felt that the originally good-looking headbands were a little naïve.

So he stepped on the clogs, and ran to the small cabinet not far away, and his heart was pounding, and he hesitated for a moment, and took out a wooden box.

Inside is a hairpin left by his mother, silver, and the shape is also a simple style of a very simple hairpin sword.

Originally, when he was 16 years old, his mother untied his hair and took the hairpin.

The simple silver hairpin matched Lin Xi's black hair, and Lin Xi felt that it was at least better than two buns.

When she was a child, her mother told her that if she brought a hairpin, she would have grown up.

At that time, she thought, don't you know when you grow up?

Now, she thought, it was to let others know that she had grown up.

But what does it look like to grow up in the eyes of others? She didn't know, she just vaguely remembered the hair ornaments of the women outside, but where would she be?

Kicking and running back to the bronze mirror, with the cold hairpin in his mouth, his hands curling his hair in front of the mirror, which usually looked simple, but it was difficult for them to get together obediently.

The shadow of the mirror was at first on the west side of the house, until the shadow moved to the north of the room, and the green silk was considered good, her lips were a little white because of the hairpin, and her neck was full of sweat.

Looking at the multicolored rope on his wrist, he nodded at himself, as if he had made some decision, and took the hairpin and pinned it in his hair.

A few messy threads were attached to the sweaty forehead, itching, and the heart said that tomorrow would be much faster, at least not so long.

This is the first time to pull up such a hair ornament, looking at myself in the bronze mirror is a little weird, only to realize that I am only wearing profanity, and quickly turned out my clothes.

Soon, a few clothes were piled up on the small bed in the house, which was originally beautiful, but at this time she abandoned it at the head of the bed.

Some women use another way, such as putting some tight tampons on their chests, to tell others that they have grown up, but Lin Xi will not, and no one will tell her.

So she just thinks that when she grows up, she shouldn't be like this, but she doesn't know why it's not like that.

In the end, I chose a pale green skirt and draped it over my body, revealing a little delicate collarbone......

This is what she did in the morning, and what she could have done in a quarter of an hour on a normal day took a whole morning, but it was still faster than she thought.

So these simple things were done, and I didn't know what to do, so I just waited quietly.

Originally, this kind of weather is the most suitable for reading in the house with a book in hand, but at this time, I can't read it, and I am always cranky.

It wasn't until the familiar voice sounded again that she realized that she couldn't remember what had been written in the book she had just written.

Finally, I took a bronze mirror and hurried out, and saw that the other party was smiling at her with white teeth, and seemed to look at her hairpin, but did not say anything, but let her get on a horse beside her, sit on the horse's back, and move forward slowly.

is the same as she thought, there was talk and laughter along the way, but it was not the kind of talk and laughter she thought, but she really talked and laughed from the bottom of her heart.

After eating in the city, the number of people on the street gradually increased, and many people walked towards the theater to discuss today's new play. It is said that this is Sun Zhan's new play, and people can't help but be surprised that Mr. Yi still wrote another scene so quickly, admiring and full of expectations.

At the door of the theater, Jian Chen was quite proud and said to Lin Xi: "These are all to see that scene." ”

Then, he whispered in Lin Xi's ear: "Actually, I went to see the story of the two of us selling flowers." ”