Chapter 156 The sunshine of that day, the river of that day

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Little Pity looked at the knife stupidly, as if she was looking at her brother who had disappeared, or she wished she could see her brother one last time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But she didn't even see her brother for the last time, she only remembered that the sun was very dazzling that day, and the brilliance of the water that day was also very scorching, whether it was the dazzling sunlight or the scorching water, but she couldn't open her eyes.

From that day on, and until a long, long time later, she rarely cried again.

Maybe it's because the tears of that day made her miss too many things, such as making her miss the last loved one in her life.

Many years later, she often thinks of today's sunshine in a nobleman's mansion, the sun was really beautiful that day, and the sun was really cold that day.

The cold told her how to forget.

Xiao Pian is still the same Xiao Pity, but it is not the little Pity of the past, there are more shadows in her heart, the shadow of death, and her brow has more sorrow, which is called the sorrow of loss.

Her eyes were no longer filled with tears, for they had flowed into the middle of nowhere, in the only river that was a sunny mix of the grasslands.

Maybe they will disappear before the tears go anywhere, after all, the sun was so hot and brilliant that day.

Bright and warm sunlight can easily evaporate the droplets that don't flow into a river.

Regarding that day, Xiao Ren only seemed to remember the sunshine of that day and the knife that lay there that day.

As for the story after the sunshine and after Yin Huai left her and walked towards the knife, she couldn't remember it clearly, and she didn't want to remember it anymore.

Little mercy lay on the old horse's back, and fell asleep quietly and sadly.

There was a hint of dampness between the brows, and soon that dampness was burned clean by the sunshine that day, and the sunshine that day was really warm and sad.

The old horse felt a little sorry for Xiao Pian, and also sighed that the sunshine that day was too hot for the horse nest, and it licked the last tear stain from the corner of Xiao Pian's eyes with his tongue, while thinking about whether those bean paste buns would be sour and smelly again under such a hot sun.

It likes to eat bean paste buns, but it still doesn't like sour and smelly bean paste buns, at least not so much.

My favorite bean paste bun is easy to spoil in such a warm sun, which is also a sad thing for horses, and it is the same sadness for Xiao Pian to lose a loved one.

So the old horse's brow also swelled with a ray of sadness.

It won't admit that the irrepressible sadness in its heart is also because of a figure that has left.

Yin Huai would also sigh that the sunshine that day was too warm, but it wasn't because the sunshine that day steamed the tears in the corners of his eyes without leaving a trace, and it wasn't because the bean paste buns would break down quickly.

He was just thinking that the sun was very strong that day, what the sun really belonged to in the summer, that kind of sunlight fell on the soil without green grass and red flowers, and the soil was also glowing, warm light.

In such a warm light, there was such a cold light knife, a knife.

It seems to be the same knife, but it seems to be a little different.

The knife has grown, more than an inch long, originally no more than the size of a palm, but now it is the size of an adult's forearm.

The longer the knife, the more convenient it is to kill.

But that wasn't the biggest change for the knife.

The biggest change in the knife is in its blade.

It was a light that was incompatible with the sun, cold, chilling.

The cold light was lined with the gentle light of the earth, lined with the warm sun, not a little warm, nor a little mild, but even more cold, which made people feel cold.

The gray brilliance that lingered around the cold light seemed to have been left by the winds around Xia He, but Yin Huai knew that Xia He had left, along with his winds.

What remained there was the half page of gray paper he had pasted on the knife before, and after the half of the gray paper had burned all its strength, there was only this little gray phosphorescence.

Such phosphorescence has lost its last trace under the scorching sun.

Yin Huai stepped on the gypsum water that Xiao Lian had never stepped on, the water was very cold, but there was a bit of heat from the sun.

With the heat, Xia He stepped on the dirt on the other side.

Picked up the knife.

The knife in Yin Huai's hand converged the cold light before, but it was still cold, and the coldness extended along Yin Huai's palm to his neck and all over his body.

It feels like drinking a cup of sour plum soup that has been chilled for a long time on a hot day, and it is very comfortable.

It was so comfortable that he almost screamed.

Fortunately, Yin Huai had always been silent, but fortunately, he had already spent a lot of effort when he cut those red flowers before, so he didn't scream.

Then he heard the sound of water again, crisp, ticking, and then slowly changing to the sound of rushing water.

The sound of water was the same as the cold feeling before, starting from the hand he held the knife and spreading in all directions, but in the end it did not stop at Yin Huai's neck or spread to all parts of his body.

The sound of the water became quieter and quieter, and it seemed to sink into Yin Huai's bones.

In a trance, Yin Huai seemed to see a river, a big river, a big river that could cover the sky.

A river that can cover the sky is not called a river, but a sea.

There was a sea flashing in front of Yin Huai, and there seemed to be another person faintly on the sea, and that person was smiling like a beam of sunshine.

Then, Yin Huai heard another voice, coming from outside, from heaven and earth.

The voice from heaven and earth Yin Huai was not the first time he had heard it, but it was the first time he had heard it so clearly, so clear that the sound of the Great Dao seemed to have sunk into his bones.

The sound of the avenue is rarely heard, but the sound of water is often heard.

It just so happened that a person walked out of the forest not far away, and it happened that he heard the sound of water sinking into Yin Huai's bones.

So he walked over.

There were one hundred and eighty steps in one step, and he took three steps, so he saw Yin Huai, and Yin Huai also saw him.

That's a general.

Then, once again, the knife in his hand disappeared and was thrown straight at the general.

The general grabbed the knife, walked out of the sunlight, and walked to Yin Huai's side.

And he saw the source of the sound of the water, for he saw a great river, a great river that covered the heavens.

The great river that can cover the sky is not called a river, but the sea.

Yin Huai's last consciousness was in such a sea.

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It's the end of a subsection, the end of the flower house, and then there's a more interesting plot, which I like very much, and I hope some of you will like it too.

Finally, good luck to you.