Chapter Eighty-Six: A Sunlit World

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The sky became clearer and clearer, and there was not a single cloud in the clear blue sky, like the meaning of the clouds opening and raining after the rain had cleared, as if it was a sign that a friendship that had been linked for a hundred years was awakened again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the summer, some dazzling sunshine is not covered by clouds, wanton and cheerful climb up to the high platform, the golden brilliance is imprinted on everyone's body, revealing harmony and gentleness, and some taste of blood.

When the sun shines on everyone's body, it is natural that a small ordinary fish will not fall.

The small ordinary fish with a pair of eyes swam calmly in that Fang Ding, not caring about the dull atmosphere in the field, not caring about the somewhat passionate and stirring dialogue some time ago, and not caring that this Fang Ding was originally an antiquity a hundred years ago, and it was a symbol of the Hua family and the Xia family.

It just swam without making any sound, and the swinging tail of the fish shook in the clear and clean water, stirring up layer after layer of ripples, and the ripples surged out, hitting the green patina on the ding.

The fish seemed to be stained with some green copper and rust in the water, and perhaps a little green from the little green grass. The original gray-black scales are stained with those greens, and they have a bit more vibrant flavor.

The sun sprinkled all over the earth without hesitation, and also sprinkled Fang Ding, and the gray-black fish scales in Fang Ding were stained with green, and the faint light shimmered in the sun.

The light and the greenery are mixed together, and the fish is full of vitality, miraculously revealing the vitality and beauty of life, and every fish scale is jumping with the brilliance of life.

The fish spits out a string of transparent bubbles that reflect the sunlight and exude a brilliant brilliance.

At this time, the only thing that people who look at this fish can think of should be praise, praise the vitality of the fish, praise the selflessness of the sunshine, and praise the vitality of Fang Ding's reblooming.

The world is lamenting the beauty of life and the brilliance of life.

Most of those lamenting things are childish, mostly sunny, and mostly newborn, but in fact, the beauty of life can be clearly felt in every beating life, and even just the eternally silent non-life.

Not only that, but this perception of life often leads to reverence and timeless emotions.

More than just praise, maybe more worship, fanaticism.

That little fish can feel it too, so there should be people who have reverence and praise for it.

It's just that the fish is just a fish, it can feel the warmth of the sun, it can feel the sweetness of the river, it can feel the comfort of spitting bubbles, but it can't feel the words of praise from human beings, it can't feel the eyes of worship, and it can't even feel the brilliance of those lives that happen to itself.

Perhaps it is precisely because it knows so little that it can be so happy, so pure to enjoy the gentle sun.

In this respect, the five people in the field seem to be inferior to such a small fish that knows nothing, and no one cares whether the sun is warm or not, and no one cares whether the breeze on the face is pleasant.

It's a sad thing to sing the praises of the beauty of life while not enjoying the beauty of life.

Only the little fish can express its incomprehension and disdain for this sad and stupid thing, but it is really just an ordinary fish, it will not understand and will not disdain, it knows how to spit out bigger and better bubbles, but it does not know how to disdain it like a human being.

It just wags its tail and continues to swim with the brilliance of life, and the dark silence quietly gives birth to new life.

This is the luck that belongs to the anchovy and all creatures that don't think as much as humans.

Sadly, humans don't know this kind of luck, because they know to understand and disdain, and even if they don't know, they can learn.

Xiao Lian and the young master of the Hua family continued to talk about some love words, speaking very quietly, speaking very delicately, while talking, while waiting for the time for the flower feast to begin.

The master of the Hua family was talking loudly, saying those words about the future, and saying to Xia He, but Xia He only responded at the beginning, and he didn't speak, not at all, but he didn't listen carefully, he was looking at Fang Ding carefully.

What I look at is the square tripod, not the pattern on the square tripod, not the river in the square tripod, and not the fish in the square tripod.

He saw that it was a tripod, just the square tripod, with a pattern, holding the river water, and raising a fish.

Looking at Fang Ding, thinking about things, he didn't frown, but he still revealed a little dignified.

But that solemnity can only be seen by the fish, but even if they see the fish, they don't know, and those people don't know, they don't know what Xia He is worried about, what he is worried about.

Among them, the most boring is Yin Huai, he retracted the gaze that fell on the fish in Fang Ding, he didn't see what he wanted to see, nor did he hear what he wanted to hear, the fish couldn't speak, how could he hear it.

Since he couldn't see anything, he couldn't hear anything, so Yin Huai was ready to see nothing and listen to nothing.

Just wait for the flower feast to start, end, and finally leave.

But when will the Flower Feast start?

The sun is getting stronger and stronger, the shadow at the bottom of the square tripod is getting less and less, the water in the square tripod is getting warmer and warmer, and the fish in the square tripod are becoming more and more active.

Finally, a beam of sunlight falling on Xia He's face pulled him back to reality from thinking, to be precise, that beam of sunlight had stopped on Xia He's face for a long time.

It's just that although the early summer sun is not too scorching, the noon sun can still be hot enough. At least it can wake Xia He up from thinking.

Xia He no longer thought about anything else, nor did he look at Fang Ding anymore, he raised his head and squinted at the sun that was almost at the highest point above his head.

Then he retracted his gaze and looked at the master of the Hua family with wide eyes, I don't know if it was because he had just seen the sun, Xia He's eyes were a little hot, and he stared at the face of the master of the Hua family with some burning.

That gaze made the owner of the flower family think of the sunshine, and then thought of a certain rule, which was a rule about the flower feast.

Xia He looked at it and didn't speak, but there was a question mark in his eyes.

The owner of the flower family raised his head and also glanced at the sun hanging high above his head, and joy and joy jumped on his brows and the corners of his mouth. So, the owner of the Hua family solemnly bowed his hand and bowed to Xia He. Opening.

"The Flower Sea Feast begins now, Young Master. ”

A hundred years of flowers, a hundred years of brilliance, a hundred years of friendship.

It's like an order......

Good luck to you, the flower feast is finally about to begin.