readx;? Rainy days can be the coolest time of summer, and the cool rain will wash away the summer heat. The gardener sat under www.biquge.info eaves carrying a chaise longue and watched the rain drip from the eaves while the breeze changed direction and floated on his bare legs.

The gardener felt the coolness that had not been seen for a long time, squinting at the rain-soaked flowers in the flower bed. He stretched out his hand and touched the wooden table beside him, on which was a cup of steaming tea, and the gardener picked up the teacup and took a sip of it, feeling the smell of tea permeating his mouth.

He enjoyed his life, and even though he was living day after day for many years, it always made him happy. Until an old man with an umbrella came to him, he was not in a good mood.

"The weather is nice. Karan smiled and put away the wooden umbrella.

"Don't you see the rain? The gardener said angrily, "Where's the good?"

"I'm talking about this rain. Karan put the umbrella at the door and patted the raindrops on her body, "It's just in time, and it's very relieving of the heat." ”

The gardener didn't want to talk.

Karan didn't care either, he was used to the gardener's hospitality, and it would be a waste of energy and mood to think about it every time. So he walked into the room with ease, and moved out another wooden chair, with a teacup in his hand.

"I'm here to talk to you. Karan sat down next to the gardener, "I'm afraid you'll be lonely." ”

"I'm not lonely. The gardener said.

"Oh, then you can talk to me. Karan laughed, "I'm lonely. ”

The gardener didn't want to speak again, but he knew that silence was useless, he knew too well the habits of this old friend. Even if he doesn't say a word, he can take care of himself and babble with you for a morning, from today's good weather to the last time he saw a girl with long legs at the dance party is very similar to a woman he saw many years ago and somewhere, that woman is also very beautiful, leaving a deep impression on him, and he remembers that the weather that day was also good

He's such a guy who talks a lot and likes to beat around the bush, and if you want him to get straight to the point, then it's best to get straight to the point.

"Why are you coming to me?"

"Tea, chatting, sleeping. ”

"That's all?"

"By the way, something. ”

"The latter thing is the point. The gardener said sarcastically, "Skip the first three things and go straight to the next thing." ”

"Talking about something can come down to chatting. Kalan poured herself a cup of tea, "Before that, drink tea." ”

The gardener resisted his impatience and watched as Karan drank the tea in one gulp, and took out a small white handkerchief to wipe his mouth and beard. Then he put down the teacup contentedly and looked at the flowers in the flower garden: "The tea is good." ”

"Getting to the point. ”

"Oh, it's not a big deal. Karan's hand rubbed lightly on the teacup, and said seemingly nonchalantly, "It's just that I'm ready to do it." ”

The gardener's expression froze.

"What do you want to do?"

"It's been a summer day for too long, and it needs such a rain. "I'm going to have a rain now." ”

"You want to start a war?"

You can understand that too. ”

"Are you crazy?" said the gardener, in a low voice, "isn't the situation very good now?

"They've declared war on me. Karan whispered, "Then I have no reason to back down. ”

"You think you're going to win?"

"I don't know if I win or not. Karan was calm, "But they can't win, I know." And it can't be delayed any longer, their research on dragon blood has already touched the bottom line, and if it continues, I don't know if my opponent is a human or a dragon. ”

"You also know the state of their dragon's blood research, that's their hole card, what hole cards do you have?" said the gardener bitterly, "Don't you think it's unrealistic to count on your crusaders?" ”

"Old man, you think too highly of them, no matter how well the dragon blood is developed, it can't match the real dragon clan after all, they have gone astray. Since they have gone astray, I will bring them back to the right path. "Don't forget who I am. ”

The gardener's face changed: "Are you planning to transfer the senior hunters of the hall privately?

"No, no, they don't need the elite of the hall yet. Karan put the lid on the teacup and whispered, "My biggest hole card is myself." ”

The gardener took a deep breath, he knew this old friend too well, although most of the time he looked like he was not serious. But the self-confidence and pride of more than ten years have been deeply engraved in his bones, not like a hunting knife that will dull with the passage of time, but like a diamond that becomes more and more shining with the footsteps of time.

The gardener knew he couldn't stop the old friend's decision. He didn't come here to consult with him, but to inform himself, to inform himself, that he was going to do something.

"Well, what do you want me to do?"

"Don't do anything. Karan took the gardener's teacup and drank it as if it were wine. In fact, the gardener felt that this was just him, he was not a literati who tasted tea and watched the scenery, but a martial artist who drank liquor and brandished a hunting knife to slay dragons.

"The tea was good, but too light. Karan put down the teacup, said lightly, and then slowly got up, "You don't have to do anything, just watch, watch this war, from beginning to end." ”

"Are you making me an outsider?"

Karan didn't answer directly: "It's time for you to retire." ”

"What about you?"

"I'm not old. ”

The light rain grew heavier as they talked, clouds piling up, obscuring the sun and the sky. Dazzling thunder accompanied by torrential rain, and the hurricane tossed the flowers in the flower beds. It was at this time that Karan left, alone when he came, and alone when he left.

He carried his wooden umbrella and walked into the rain. The pure white robe was soaked with splashing raindrops, and the fiery red roses stood out in the thunderstorm.

"If you die, I'll give you a good place in the flower garden. The gardener hesitated for a long time, but shouted at Karan's back.

Karan paused, didn't look back, just stretched out his index finger and shook it, didn't say anything, and went straight on the road. After a few seconds of thunder, the roar of thunder followed, and at that moment, the gardener felt that Karan's back image was a mountain.

It wasn't until Karan's back completely disappeared from the gardener's eyes that he sighed leisurely.

"Maybe you're right. The gardener stared blankly at the dark clouds above him and whispered, "I'm old, and you haven't yet." ”

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