It seems that the mountain language flower has existed for a long time.

The first page of the book reads:

The mountain language flower is a type of flower that grows on a tree called Li. When the buds are still the flowers, they look completely black, and as the flowers are in full bloom, you will notice that the petals inside are white.

This flower is very special in that it does not bloom under normal circumstances. The place where it grows will have a rainstorm before the disaster strikes, and the mountain flowers will bloom with the rain.

With the end of the rainstorm, a great catastrophe followed.

Open to the rain and speak the language of the mountain.

- Hence the name: Mountain Language Flower

Most of the trees that grow in the mountain language flower grow in the sparsely populated mountain forests, because they only grow in the places where disasters occur, and people superstitiously believe that disasters are brought about by it, so they cut them when they see them, so most of them grow in the unknown mountain forests.

Lishu has a pitch-black trunk and black leaves, but the inside is as white as mutton fat jade, and exudes a smell like incense.

The sap is transparent, sweet like a mountain spring, and can be drunk directly.

- Because there are flowers with the fragrance of pear blossoms, but with them comes joys and sorrows.

Hence the name: off the tree

The first page came to an abrupt end.

The reason why Huayu City is called is because there used to be many detached trees and many mountain flowers blooming there, but later many detached trees were cut down to establish a city for development. Only a small part was left in the nearby mountains.

It is said that an ancient ruin was seen there at the time of development, but later news of the ruins disappeared.

She flipped to the back again, and it was a catalog.

It seems that there are some strange and strange things like fantasy novels, but the more she reads, the more silent she becomes.

Maybe it's a translated book, so it reads a little weird overall, just like a translation from classical Chinese.

After reading a few pages slowly, I sped up the speed of turning the page, and after a few cursory glances, I turned back to the first page. There was nothing there except for those about mountain rain flowers and trees.

She put her hand on the book, and froze as if she remembered something, and a tear fell from the book.

Fragments of memories came flooding back in my mind: an elegant and beautiful fair woman was holding a little girl's hand, and on the other side of the little girl was a tall handsome man in black, touching the little girl's head with his hand.

"Buy her less candy in the future, otherwise she will get tooth decay." The woman's cold voice sounded, but she couldn't hide the joy on her face when she looked at the little girl, and looked at the man with a smile after speaking.

"Got it." The man replied, turning his head, a blush creeping up on his face.

The little girl ate the sugar gourd in her hand, looked at the two of them, and then turned her gaze back to the three of them walking together on the lively street......

It seems like a long time, a long time......

There were tears from the corners of her eyes, and she wiped them with her hands, but the more she did this, the more the tears became more and more turbulent, and finally became turbulent and fell continuously on the book.

Wiping away tears, he closed the book and put it back.

Some people are really strange, let others beat them, let others scold them, they won't cry when they are scared, they won't even say a few words, and they bury their emotions deep in front of others to prevent others from seeing them. Even if I cried, I endured it by myself, didn't say a word, and didn't want others to see it.

is obviously bad-tempered and transparent, but he still likes to endure and let himself be angry. Even if it is misunderstood, it will not be explained, because there are some people who wear glasses and will not listen.

Even if you have an emotional breakdown, you won't give in to others, but once you touch your sadness, tears can't stop flowing.

She was born to be such a person, a particularly stubborn person.

Wiping away her tears, she went to the door of the room and opened the door, and looked around vigilantly, but her red eyes made her stick her head out like a frightened rabbit and look at the mouth of the hole.

As if to confirm that there was no movement, he walked to the top of the stairs and looked down, and cautiously went downstairs to observe the surroundings for a while. After confirming that the dragon was really gone, he returned to his room and picked up his phone to look at the time, it was almost six o'clock in the afternoon.

I wanted to call Fumo, but I entered her phone number but hesitated.

If she calls now, her voice will definitely bring some crying and sobbing, and then Fu Mo will definitely ask her what is wrong, she has always been very busy with work, and if she worries about herself again, it will add some worries to her.

If she directly talked about what happened to her, she would definitely not believe it, and maybe she would use this to make fun of herself.

After thinking about it for a while, I sent a text message: remember to pay attention to safety when you come back.

After a while, I received a text message from her: What's the matter, I'm afraid to miss me at home.

Through the screen, as if she saw her laughing, she was so angry that the depression in her heart dissipated a lot, and the tears stopped flowing, revealing a faint smile, but it disappeared in the next moment.

wiped her tears and sent her another text message: It's nothing, just to let you pay attention to safety.

After that, she didn't pay attention to it and watched the video for a while.

There was more or less alienation in the words, which also made the smile on the face of the person who received the text message on the other side of the screen freeze for a moment, and the warmth of receiving the care from his sister also faded a lot, and there was a trace of unease.

Fu Mo's eyes flickered for a moment, and the next moment his smile returned, and he replied to Ming: Got it, my silly sister.

After replying, Fu Mo lowered her eyes, she was already sitting in a chair with her back to the light, and her eyes that were already like ink seemed to fall into darkness. Two elbows resting on the table, hands crossed and heads resting on the backs of the hands above.

The smile has disappeared and become a little silent, the eyes are indifferent but faintly looking at the screen on the phone, but I can't wait for a long time to reply, so that the expectation in my eyes slowly disappears, and I am faintly uneasy.

After a while, I finally waited for the text message, which seemed like a long time but only a few seconds. The expectation in her eyes lit up again, and she looked at the phone screen for a few seconds.

Pay attention to your body and don't get tired.

Obviously, there were only a few words, but the uneasiness in Fu Mo's eyes disappeared, his eyes seemed to be as bright as breaking through the heavy clouds and seeing the sun, and he smiled again on his face, and lowered his head and smiled.

The silence around is terrible, I don't know where.

Not far away, an exit slowly opened to the ceiling, and the setting sun shone in with the opening, adding some fresh and warm light to the pale and cold space.

Fu Mo sat on the chair and watched for a while, stretched out his bony hand to grasp the sunshine in his hand, but he couldn't catch it, and he couldn't feel the warmth of the sun.

Fu Mo's eyes were as dark as her pupils, and she was splashed with a layer of ink by her when she was obviously a plain feeling, and she would rather hide until death than let others see it.

Finally, he smiled helplessly, sat up from his chair with a tall figure, took some materials on the table, and walked to the exit. She made a "thump" "thump" sound as she walked through her high heels, and the entrance closed as she left.