Chapter Eighty-Nine: The Red Sea

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Yin Huai looked at the red flower, but thought of the sea of blood that was also red. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sea of blood is endless, but the sea of flowers is boundary. There is only blood in the sea of blood, but there is a sweet fragrance in the sea of flowers.

The sea of blood is red, and so is the sea of flowers. There was silence after the sea of blood, and there was only silence in the sea of flowers. The sea of blood needs to be irrigated with the blood of countless people, and the sea of flowers, the same red sea once flowed underneath those red flowers.

Yin Huai didn't know if what he saw was true, or if it was, if it was true, whether it was related to today, whether it was related to the story of the coexistence of blood and darkness a hundred years ago.

Yin Huai didn't know, but he still didn't like it, he wasn't a flower lover, but he wasn't an eventful person either.

So he just watched, indifferently and indifferently.

No longer think about the blood, no longer think about the cold red sea that belongs to the previous world and belongs to the dream.

didn't pay attention to Yin Huai, and no one cared if he liked the bright red sea of flowers full of blood and passion. Because everyone, everyone except him likes this sea of flowers, even Xia He, who is not addicted, can't say that he has any bad feelings, but he doesn't like it that much. I don't like it that much, but I still like it a little.

Xia He glanced at his beloved sister, saw her two lines of tears, saw her fascinated gaze, and saw a little red between her eyebrows, which was very beautiful, and it looked even more beautiful against the backdrop of the sea of flowers.

In other words, in front of him, the not far away has made countless dignitaries and nobles, so that countless prostitutes and singers flock to it, and the famous flower banquet in Da Yin is not as beautiful as a little red between Xiao Lian's eyebrows.

Now a joyful beauty is also sighing for another kind of addictive beauty, and it is also a beautiful thing.

If it weren't for Xia He's thinking now, it would be more complicated.

Xia He has seen the ice and snow peaks on the northern wilderness, the blurred wasteland after the thunderstorm in early spring, the depth of the stars and the sea on the moon picking tower, and the magnificence of the surging river.

But there were many things he hadn't seen before, even those he had read countless times in books, imagined countless times unintentionally or intentionally, and even looked for them a few times when he was dizzy.

But he didn't see it or didn't see it, for example, he had never seen such a pool of red, so red like a sea of flowers, nor had he seen the blood that was also red into a sea, and he had never seen a floating corpse, even if he had seen it in the history books, more than once, but he still hadn't seen it.

Since I haven't seen it, I can't connect this beautiful night scene of the sea of flowers with the sea of blood floating corpses.

Although it is all a red sea.

"It's beautiful. Xia He sighed, sincerely sighed, some of them seemed to be a sigh of poor words, and such a concise sigh did seem a little dwarfed.

But for the owner of the flower family, this kind of praise is already an extremely precious evaluation.

After all, for people who really value, no matter how careless the evaluation is, it is extremely precious.

When the master of the flower family heard this compliment, his joy jumped to the tip of his brow without concealment, and then fell to his mouth along the brow.

"Thank you for your reputation. ”

After speaking, he withdrew his gaze from under the high platform, and the master of the Hua family looked at Xia He on the side.

Xia He didn't withdraw his gaze, he was still looking at the sea of flowers, as if he was completely blinded by the sea of flowers, but the clarity in his eyes was saying that he was just looking.

Like he just listened.

Naturally, it is the words of the owner of the flower family, or sycophancy.

"In fact, although the Flower Sea Banquet has been carried out intermittently several times since a hundred years ago, after all, it is still due to some various reasons, and there are always various problems at the last moment, resulting in the recent Flower Sea Banquet of the flower family has not been perfect. ”

"It's not that some variegated flowers are growing somewhere, it's not that some piece can't grow flowers. ”

"To say that this year can be regarded as the most perfect one in the past hundred years, thanks to the arrival of the young master. ”

The owner of the flower family did not say what the quality of the banquet for the sea of flowers had to do with Xia He's arrival, it was a sycophant, as long as the person who listened to the sycophant was comfortable, it was a qualified sycophant.

Xia He also knew that this was just sycophancy, and he had been just listening intentionally or unintentionally, smiling and saying nothing.

The owner of the Hua family thought that Xia He didn't speak because he was waiting for him to say, so he continued to talk on his own.

"If it is comparable, it is only a hundred years ago, when the old master was alive, a flower feast was held in person. ”

"It's just that the flower feast that year was a little different from the flower feast now, the flowers at that time were not just red flowers, but all kinds of flowers, flowers of various colors, although not as exciting as now, but it was shocking enough. ”

Speaking of which, even after the nonsensical treason a hundred years ago, this flower feast has become a pure red, saying that it is to commemorate those soldiers who fought and shed blood, and it is also to commemorate the friendship between the Hua family and the Xia family. ”

The owner of the Hua family once again mentioned the word friendship, Xia He couldn't deny it, smiled, and seemed to acquiesce to the friendship that has been passed down to this day.

It's just that Xia He has been just looking at it casually and listening to it casually, as for whether he really accepts the current Hua family, who knows.

He has always been just a prodigal son who wants to wander the world, how can he casually tie himself up?

The owner of the Hua family doesn't understand, so he has been trying to lock up the genius in this wasteland with a hundred years of friendship. That's why he spared no effort to curry favor with Xia He.

However, the young master of the Hua family obviously did not fully understand his father's plans, or just because he was still a young man, and he still had some flesh and blood, and he was unwilling to lower his posture to please a young man who was about his age, even if that young man was the pride of heaven in his father's mouth.

Who hasn't had a temper yet?

It's just that the one who has a temper now is not losing his temper, nor is he looking down at the object he should please, or even at the pleasing little girl next to him.

He was still looking at the flowers, fascinated.

Although Xiao Ren also likes the sea of flowers very much, she still woke up from her addiction, and Xiao Ren looked at the young master of the Hua family when she woke up, with a few tears on her long eyelashes, and her eyes were still red.

Xiao Lian hopes that the young master of the Hua family can also take a look at himself, and he is tired of looking at the flowers, and then he can take a look at himself.

It's just that the young master of the Hua family didn't seem to feel anything, and he didn't feel Xiao Lian's somewhat pitiful gaze, but he just kept looking at the flowers stupidly.

Flowers were the whole of his life.

Xiao Lian couldn't wait for her long-awaited gaze, and could only glance at the wildflower in her hand.

The wildflowers are not pretty, even more ugly compared to the red flowers not far away, but Xiao Ren likes it.

She still likes the young man who is crazy about nymphomaniac, so she found another reason for herself to go to see the flowers and see the sea of flowers.

He likes that flower very much, so I'm ...... I also want to love the flowers, and the sea of flowers.

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Little mercy, I really like to die. Good luck to you!