Chapter 63: When I Wake Up

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What's after the uproar?

Is it a higher and bigger wave, setting off another round of noise, or the calm and comfort after the smoke disappears. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The extreme, it seems that it is easy to reach, the rolling waves, the rolling sound intertwined, to the extreme.

Then there is the invisible but real line that crosses the top of the extreme.

Yin Huai listened to the wind and rain in the city, crossed the line, the sword of the city was unsheathed, the angry howls and sighs of the city were dull, and the laughter and cries of the city disappeared.

Suddenly disappeared, just like the previous blood, the previous blood, all disappeared without hesitation.

Yin Huai experienced a battle.

Before, during, and after the battle.

It's not a personal experience, but it's not simply a bystander.

What he saw, smelled, and heard, was divided, as if he had gone through three battles.

Or should such a heroic battle be called war.

From beginning to end, Yin Huai didn't know what this battle was for, for the land, for the honor, or if it was so absurd that it was for a beauty who captivated the country and the city.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't know who the two warring sides were, which side was righteous, and whether the defeated side was evil.

He never knew where the blood-stained grassland was, and whether there were still people living there.

All he knew was that he was empathetic, all he knew was that he was carrying a rope in his hand, and at the other end of the rope was tied a living creature that screamed like the sound of a person vomiting.

Yin Huai still couldn't see what the end of the rope in his hand was.

His hand could only feel the rough rope tugging tightly.

The rope shook a little, the living creature began to move again, the vomiting sound sounded again, holding Yin Huai's hand, and in an instant, the rope disappeared, and there was a different feeling, cold and smooth, wet.

The moment the rope disappeared was also the moment Yin Huai woke up.

Yin Huai opened his eyes, and he seemed to be holding something in his hand, and that touch of coolness didn't seem to leave.

Yin Huai recalled the dream just now, the dream that was separated.

When he woke up, he didn't carry a rope in his hand, he didn't touch the familiar but unfamiliar roughness, and he didn't see a gray patch, but a person, a table, a lot of books, and a lot of flowers.

The smell is also floral.

Yin Huai knew that person, that person was the last person he saw before he went to sleep, Yin Huai knew the fragrance of flowers, which was the strong fragrance of flowers that had been permeating the flower family.

Yin Huai hadn't been here, but looking at the books, he could guess where it was.

The owner of the Hua family didn't seem to see that Yin Huai, who was sitting on a red lacquered wooden chair opposite, had woken up and was still looking down, not knowing what he was looking at.

There is a light in the house, so it is not very dim. Yin Huai could clearly see that the hands of the owner of the Hua family who were flipping through the book had some calluses, which he hadn't seen in the fog before.

The owner of the Hua family looked at it very seriously, as if a half-aged Confucian student who was over half a hundred years old was reviewing the classics.

Yin Huai also looked very seriously, more like a naughty boy who had just opened his eyes, curiously looking at the unfamiliar world.

Before, they had sat together, but at that time they were separated by a few chairs, a little girl, and a cup of flower tea.

And now they sat very close, just across a desk, separated by a book.

Before, Yin Huai was drinking tea seriously, not seriously slandering the rich floral fragrance, and the owner of the flower family was also drinking tea seriously, talking with his little master seriously, and being respectful to the little master seriously.

Now Yin Huai is seriously thinking about the dream that was not beautiful before, seriously thinking about the relationship between that dream and the person in front of him, and not seriously looking at the owner of the Hua family, and the owner of the Hua family is just reading books very seriously.

The owner of the flower family was reading a book, and Yin Huai was looking at the master of the flower family, although he was not very serious, he still saw something that he hadn't seen before.

For example, the calluses on the hands, such as the serious look, such as the depression and worry that have been precipitating between the eyebrows.

Yin Huai was waiting, waiting for the owner of the Hua family to explain the dream, and the owner of the Hua family was also waiting, waiting for Yin Huai to ask why he was here, why he was blocking his way.

Obviously, the owner of the Hua family underestimated Yin Huai's patience too much, and also overestimated Yin Huai's curiosity. Maybe it's just because Yin Huai is used to fighting everything with silence, which is a real silent confrontation.

Obviously, this confrontation was won by the owner of the flower family who spoke first.

The winner did not have the joy of the winner, but just listened to what the master of the flower family said next.

The loser has no loss of the loser, but just calmly tells a story.

A story that really happened across time.

The story about the Hua family, about the Xia family, about the biggest rebellion in Da Yin a hundred years ago.

Yin Huai didn't know much about the Xia family, and he knew even less about the Hua family.

Maybe I guessed Yin Huai's thoughts, or maybe the storytelling needs to start with things related to the person listening to the story and the person telling the story.

The owner of the flower family spoke very slowly, with a sense of vicissitudes of time that made the story sound more profound.

"The Xia family was the most powerful family in Dayin at that time, and it could even be regarded as a powerful family, under one person, above ten thousand people. ”

"If it is placed today, it should also be a character like Cai Xiaoren Cai Daren. ”

Yin Huai didn't understand a little, he didn't know if Cai Xiaoren Cai was a pair of brothers, and he didn't know how powerful the two brothers were.

But fortunately, in addition to comparison, the owner of the flower family added an extra description when he introduced it.

The power is monstrous, that is, the power under one person and above ten thousand.

Yin Huai knew such a person, in another memory, so he could also understand the glory of the Xia family at that time.

But he also understood how glorious and dangerous that monstrous power would bring.

The master of the Hua family did not mention those dangers, at least not yet, and for those glories, he only brought them lightly in one sentence.

Frankly speaking, the master of the Hua family is really not a person who is very suitable for storytelling, but only he is telling it, and Yin Huai is also a little interested in that period of history, so Yin Huai listened very seriously, just like listening to Xia He muttering about those old things in the courtyard that day.

Storytellers aren't very good at telling stories, but they keep telling them anyway.

"And at that time, the Xia family produced a general, a great general, and a general who could drive the great wilderness to a hundred miles away. ”

"At that time, the reputation of the Xia family had reached its peak. ”

At that time, the Hua family was already a subordinate of the Xia family, and the head of the Hua family was also the general's general. ”

Like an unclever storyteller, the owner of the flower family has set up the background, placed the characters, and then laid out a story.

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Here comes another chapter, followed by the dream of the previous chapter, and then the story of the next chapter.

Good luck to all of you, ask for collection