Chapter 90: Gray under the green rust

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There are many people who like flowers, but Xia He doesn't like them so much, and even Yin Huai still has a slight bad feeling. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The owner of the flower family also seemed to see Xia He's lack of interest, nothing, not even a trace of puzzlement or dislike, stopped telling the story, and once again recast his gaze on Xia He to the sea of flowers that looked like a sea of fire not far away.

Then, the people on the high platform were silent, like the masters of the flower family, all watching. Whether it was a bad feeling, a dislike of it, a liking of it with others, or even an addiction, no one spoke.

Xiao Ren took this tranquility as sweetness. For she was glad to see such a mesmerizing picture, and the person she liked more was beside her, though the man had not looked at her since he saw the gray cloud and it was only a white cloud.

They are all looking at the sea of flowers not far away, and they are looking at each other, and there is no sound of the sea of flowers blooming, the flowers like fire are blooming there, and the flowers blown by the wind without hunting make a sound, only the flowers blown by the breeze are shaking.

It's more like a sea of fire that burns quietly. Maybe it was once a sea of fire.

Xia He seemed to have seen enough of this sea of flowers, and his eyes were no longer on the sea of flowers not far away, but looked up at the gray clouds with red light above his head.

The gray cloud is very thick, but it is faintly about to be torn apart by the sky-high firelight, but it has not been torn, has not dissipated, and even the sunlight behind the gray cloud is not real, hazy, as if separated by a veil.

The gray cloud was not as beautiful as the sea of flowers, so Xia He's gaze stopped there for a shorter time, and he quickly retracted his gaze in a hurry, but he didn't look at anyone, just returned to that Fang Ding.

The fish inside is still swimming there, but I don't know if it's because of the lack of sunlight, the fish swims a little slowly, and more often it just floats there, swinging its tail without vitality.

The water in the tripod is very clean, with a small section of wild grass floating, and the dark clouds are reflected in the water, like a fish swimming in the clouds and grass floating in the clouds.

Xia He didn't look at the fish in the water and the water in the ding for a long time, because it was just an ordinary fish, ordinary water, and an ordinary small piece of weed.

But his gaze did not leave, still stayed there, motionless, and a clear glowing ball of light was reflected in his eyes.

The brilliance of the tripod has been shining, flashing with gray and white brilliance, flashing and flickering, flickering and flickering, some psychedelic and confusing colors, but this psychedelic color seems a little insignificant against the backdrop of the sea of flowers.

But in Xia He's eyes, it seems to be something more beautiful than the sea of flowers.

Flickering and flickering, looming.

There are some unintelligible patterns on the square ding, hidden under those green rusts, hidden by the hazy white brilliance. It has a slight quaint atmosphere.

But it's all old things, just like those old friendships that Xia He has always cared about too much.

But Xia He looked at it very seriously, or he wanted to see something hidden under the fog through this Fang Ding, who opened the Flower Sea Banquet.

Just like the pattern under the green rust, it is something very deep.

"It smells of rust. Because he hadn't spoken for too long, the words in Yin Huai's mouth also had a strong rusty smell, like a voice squeezed out of his throat, which seemed a little unclear and vague.

The owner of the flower family was looking at the sea of flowers, and only heard what Xia He said, but he didn't hear it clearly.

With doubts in his expression, he looked at Xia He. Xia He didn't repeat it, because this was the second time he had said such inconsequential things today, and he had been saying inconsequential things since he went up to the high platform, and he had also mentioned things that smelled of rust.

At that time, he looked at Fang Ding, who was not filled with water, and now he still looked at Fang Ding and said the same thing.

All the people on the high platform heard him, but now no one hears him.

At that time, the young master of the Hua family who heard the words was slightly shocked, and the flowers he called out had just been dispersed by the master of the Hua family, but at this time, the young master of the Hua family was still sobering up from the sea of flowers, so he naturally did not hear this.

The master of the Hua family turned his head and looked at Xia He again.

Xia He finally moved his gaze from Fang Ding to the face of the master of the Hua family, and a pair of starry eyes looked at the eyes of the master of the Hua family, and they looked at it very carefully.

It was as careful as looking at Na Ding, and it was rare to be careful, because he also wanted to see something hidden in the mist from the face of the master of the Hua family, like those patterns under the gray light of Fang Ding.

Of course, it is not enough to just look at people, and it is enough to look carefully at the patterns under the ding, because only the gray and white brilliance and green rust are hidden from those patterns, and those patterns can still be seen through those.

But Xia He's eyes are not as good as Yin Huai's eyes, and for looking at a person, just looking at it is not enough, the person's face is not glowing, nor is there green embroidery, it is clean, white and clean. It looks like you can see through everything.

But the human face itself is a kind of hidden, and what is hidden under the white and clean face, in the depths of those twinkling eyes, is the real thing.

So everybody loves their face very much, and sometimes they love their reputation, fame and status, and those are all things that are superficial, they are all things that hide the real thing, and they love those who are just to love the real self.

Therefore, you can't really understand a person just by looking, you still have to ask and need to say, and you will know by talking.

Xia He has always known this truth.

So Xia He began to ask seriously, and the owner of the Hua family also began to answer seriously.

"The flowers are beautiful, but why are they only red?"

The first question is somewhat interesting, no one will question what they rely on most in front of the Hua family, or this is not a question, just a simple inquiry, if Xia He's eyes hadn't been staring at the eyes of the Hua family's master.

The owner of the flower family didn't know what Xia He thought, and only thought that he was asking his own questions, or just because he didn't like red very much.

The master of the Hua family bowed slightly, his eyes fell on Xia He's chin, and only those with low status did not dare to stare directly at people with higher status than him.

Although he pretends to be inferior to Xia, since he is talking about flowers, and it is also a flower feast that the flower family is proud of, the tone of the owner of the flower family is a little annoyed and a little blunt.

Although the tone is stiff, the answer is quite detailed.

"Red, naturally, is to commemorate those soldiers who died bravely a hundred years ago, General Xia has always been a good general who loves soldiers like a son, so the flower banquet he handed down is also to commemorate, red represents blood, iron and blood, and the blood and pride of those soldiers who sacrificed. ”

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