Chapter 151: The River and the Road

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Xia He lost the trace of the one-eyed anchovy, but he did not really lose the trace of the one-eyed anchovy. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Because there is an extra road in front of him, a road that winds its way forward.

Safflower is the soil of this road, and the fragrance of flowers is the symbol of this road.

Those blown by the gray wind covered with a layer of gray broken petals scattered on both sides of the road.

It's like a road dividing a grassland.

The road is a red road, and the grassland is also a gray grassland.

The road is not an ordinary road, and it is not a person traveling on the road, but a one-eyed fish.

Mixed on the road, it is very inconspicuous, or there is no shadow at all.

When the fish go into the deep blue water, they will never see a shadow.

The one-eyed anchovy seemed to have really dived into the river of saffron.

The road seems to be like a river, just like the meandering river outside the courtyard of the flower family, flowing from the northwest to the southeast, there are no fish in the river, only clean and thorough water, but it is very beautiful, the river on a rainy day is more beautiful when the raindrops fall, and it is much more beautiful than the small river in front of the red flower.

Such a road is also a river, because hidden in the river in the road is a fish, a one-eyed fish with only one eye.

Xia He didn't know that the meandering river outside Hua's house that looked like it had no name would have a name, a bulky and unpleasant name, called gypsum water, but Xiao Ren behind him knew.

But Xiao Lian didn't know, only the woman in the red mist and the big man with a porcelain voice, as well as the general of the Hua family a hundred years ago and the nobles in Lin'an a hundred years ago knew that the fish also had a name. It's called thin fish.

Thin fish, born in gypsum water, its shape is like a fish and a glance, its sound is like Europe, see the world is drought, see the world chaos.

Now it seems that the rebellion of a hundred years ago had been foreshadowed.

The one-eyed anchovy is a foreshadowing.

Xia He lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, only that he didn't look at the river-like road in front of him, nor did he look back at the two people and a horse behind him.

He just stood there.

Turned into a gust of wind.

It was said that it turned into a gust of wind, but it was better to say that the heavy wind behind him blew through his body, and his body disappeared, as if it also turned into a wind.

The wind blew across that road, shaking those red flowers, shaking those petals, and that road was really like a small river that was blown out by the wind and rippled.

Then the red river grew stronger.

Then, the gray soil became darker.

The wind sank into the broken petals on both sides of the river, which were still faintly red, and the gray broken petals added a bit of gray again, and the red completely disappeared into the gray.

Such a river, and such a gray soil, strangely form an inexplicable whole.

It seems that this whole cannot be broken by the outside world, and if there is one less red flower in the river, or a little more red in the soil, it will bring extremely terrible consequences.

Xia He seemed to have a power that he really couldn't quote, Yin Huai seemed to know where that power came from, and his eyes were gloomy, as if there was an extra shape of a mountain.

Yin Huai seemed to smell the smell of blood again.

As for Xiao Pian, she was more worried about her brother's safety, pinching the corner of Yin Huai's hanging clothes, looking at the place where Xia He disappeared before, she didn't know where those powers came from, he just felt something unusual.

That made her very unhappy, and even had the urge to cry.

Two lines of clear tears flowed down the traces of the previous slip and fell on the old horse's already bald tail.

Those two lines of tears should be very bright in the sun, but even Yin Huai, who has good eyes, and the old horse who is very close to her do not see the brightness, because there is no sunlight, only overwhelming gray.

There was only fog all over the plains.

In the fog there was a red road like fire, and in the plain walked a small river with waves.

It's a beautiful picture.

Weird, harmonious, that's an indescribable beauty.

Suddenly, such a picture really became a painting.

Painting can be beautiful, it can be magnificent, it can be beautiful, it can be weird beauty, but all paintings are static, and what is still is called painting.

When the picture suddenly stops, it becomes a painting.

The wind was still, frozen in the air, negative pressure on the soil, the gray petals were finally no longer blown away by the wind, and the red flowers in the river were no longer swaying, no longer shaking, becoming a still river.

From a distance, such a painting seems to have existed for many years, such a still wind, such a still petals, such a still river seems to have appeared here a hundred years ago, or in other words, a hundred years ago until now, everything that happened in this grassland has happened for the appearance of such a still picture.

The one-eyed fish that came out of nowhere came from the gypsum water, the so-called rebellion a hundred years ago, the last banquet in the courtyard of the Hua family, and the beautiful and unbeautiful in the courtyard of the Hua family a hundred years later, all of them appeared because of the still painting in front of them.

This is not the so-called fate.

It was originally a very sour word, Xia He didn't like that kind of word, so he wouldn't think of that kind of word.

The wind he turned into may not be static, but just an entity condensed in the air by the wind of hunting, and the whirlwind is constantly intertwined and clutched, interweaving a static picture, and those red flowers and petals are also static because of the "stillness" of the wind.

Xia He quietly looked at the red river, and he began to wait again.

He knew that the one-eyed fish hidden in the Red River was also waiting and accumulating strength, and he knew that when the fish reappeared, it should be the last hour.

At that point, it will be the real last.

That's the end.

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Good luck to you.,This chapter seems to be relatively few.,But it's really a little difficult to write.,It's not because the plot is stuck.,It should be the so-called mood stuck.,I'll try to ease it as soon as possible.。 I'm sorry, but you're still reading my book.