Every time Mama Yang mentions nylon, she will miss it wirelessly, keep sighing, sighing, sometimes she will scold the tribe for being ungrateful, that is, saving their lives, they will also take revenge, and they will kill all the benefactors.

Sometimes, she would complain about An Yi, saying that he shouldn't have agreed to let Nylon go back to visit his relatives, he had already left the original tribe, even if he went back, where could he be the same as before?

Sometimes, she will sigh the character of nylon, soft and warm. It's really not suitable for the smoky world, and I can't understand the seven emotions and six desires between people.

I don't remember the past, I don't know the real situation, if it weren't for Mama Yang, I'm afraid I would never know, the life of the first princess was like this?

This kind of truth is very different from what the elders told me at the beginning, and it is completely two stories.

In the courtyard where I lived, there was a place where incense was offered, and there was a portrait, a plaque, an incense burner, and a cushion.

The portrait is nylon, the plaque is also hers, the incense burner and cushion, every morning and evening, I will go to bow down once.

Sometimes, when I look up at the portrait, the person in the portrait also makes me feel a little dazed.

The more Mama Yang said, the more real this painting became, as if through this portrait, I saw nylon more than ten years ago, or even more than twenty years ago.

She is also a girl who came out of a tribe, and she once sat happily around with a group of people in a place where the mountains and flowers are full of flowers and beautiful mountains and rivers, and lived freely.

One day, this tribe suffered a change, she just left, for her parents, but also for her own tribe, she arrived in the maze that could not see the distance, accepted the training of etiquette and piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and became a decent princess.

She was thinking about her own tribe, and she was also thinking about other tribes, and she tried her best to persuade her husband, leaving everyone alive, and doing her best to minimize the casualties.

But as a result, no one will understand him, no one cares about her sacrifice and dedication, and no one is willing to accompany her to continue acting.

The people she cared about wanted to kill her husband, her children, and even her, his husband, after knowing their intentions, were furious and slaughtered everything, and they were no longer willing to leave a way for these tribes to live, and became a veritable king of Yama.

Nylon is painful, in her life, she has struggled for so long and fought so much, but in the end it is still empty.

Death may be a relief for her, right?

I looked at her, as if I saw another self, but between us, it was different, because the path we chose was also different.

"The county lord—"

Han Feifei handed the flower to me and shook it again, my thoughts finally came back.

"What's wrong?"

I smiled a little unnaturally, lowered my head and chose another flower, and played with it in my hand.

"Have you heard of the legend of this seashell flower?"

Han Feifei asked flatteringly.

"I've heard of it."

I briefly repeated the answers I had been told all the way.

Seashells are flowers with a poignant legend.

"The legend is true, but it's not comprehensive."

Han Feifei waited for me to finish speaking, then smiled, lowered her head and took the scissors, cut the long flower branch into pieces, leaving only the length of a thumb, and then inserted it in my bun.

"Oh?"

That's really what intrigues me.

"Seashell flower, the legend is just like what you just said, it is around the tribe that grew before, but it also involves another ancient custom."

Han Feifei knelt at my feet and told me word by word.

It turns out that the first place where this seashell flower is still preserved is the extremely cold land, and the tribes there will regard this flower as a kind of sustenance.

Every year, the young people in the tribe will test each other, each hand a seashell flower, and send flowers to the person they like.

If it is a boy who sends flowers, and the girl agrees to let him put the flower hairpin in his ear, that is the meaning of being willing to be his wife, at this time, the girl will wear her own flowers on the boy's chest, which means that you are the shell of my soul.

On the other hand, when a girl sends flowers, when she is not sure of the boy's mind, she will put the flowers in her hand on her hair in front of the boy, and if the boy also likes girls, she will take the flowers off and replace them with her own flowers, pinning them to the girl's ears, and then put the flowers on her chest, implying, I am willing to be the destination of your soul.

This is a temptation that is not too embarrassing, if the girl doesn't like the boy, she will send the flower he sent over, and give it back to his chest, and the boy will praise the flower, she looks good in it.

Of course, this tribe was slaughtered by the Immortal Kingdom hundreds of years ago, and now those who still remember these customs are only demons who live longer than people.

Han Feifei and Han Yunduo came from an extremely cold place.

"What if a boy sends flowers to a girl?"

I thought about the seashells I had given me on my wedding day in the tribe, and I wondered if he knew the legends.

"If it's a weekday gift, that's what it means to like it."

Han Feifei naturally explained.

The seashell flower is given away, in fact, it is to ask the person who receives the flower, are you the destination of my soul?

I don't know if he thought much about the flowers he gave me all the way, but I thought about it more at this moment.

At that time, did he also like me, and this flower was given to me, was it just a silent question, I am the destination of his soul?

No, the life of the demon is too long, should I ask him, he is the destination of my soul?

"Did someone send the county lord seashell flowers?"

Han Feifei asked casually.

"Where I live, there have never been such flowers!"

I shook my head, took off the seashell flower from my head, put it in front of my eyes, and played with it with my hand, "However, it is said that our tribe is now the only place where this flower can grow!" ”

"The cold is moving, and after a hundred years, the stars will change, and this flower should have disappeared!"

Han Yunduo, who had been silently listening on the side, suddenly came out with such a sentence.

"What?"

I don't quite understand it.

"What the clouds mean is that our hometown is no longer cold now, this flower is in my place, it should have come to an end, and now the place where the county lord was before can indeed give this flower another way to live."

Han Feifei immediately explained.

"Feifei, it's not too early, is Mama Yang coming back soon?"

I'm not angry, Han Yunduo's cold and unpretentious temperament, I'm used to it, they are demons, they have lived longer than me, they have seen more than me, they know more than me, I am clear.

I understand why flowers can live and why they can't live, but this is not something I can control.

Now, I want to go to the tablet of the princess before my grandmother comes back and pay respects.