Chapter Seventy-Six: Good Things

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But no matter how heavy it is, he always walks steadily, Yin Huai has no one around him to support him, although the high platform is not too high, but it is still better to be steady. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The two people walking in front don't need to worry about walking steadily, because there are people around them supporting each other, which is an extremely beautiful thing.

Yin Huai didn't think about those blood-red memories, but he was very serious about looking at the carvings and lacquered mahogany, which was also an extremely beautiful thing.

The three of them traveled together, the scenery on the high platform was very beautiful, and the scenery under the high platform was even more beautiful, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, accompanied by the musk on the girl's body, and accompanied by the fragrance of osmanthus cake on Yin Huai's body, which was also a beautiful thing to the extreme.

Even if some more beautiful things didn't happen, such as Xia He didn't show up to travel with the three of them, for example, the owner of the Hua family didn't look at this extremely beautiful picture with relieved eyes, for example, no one mentioned the century-old friendship between the Hua family and the Xia family at this time.

Those additions might make the picture a little better.

But those beautiful extremes, in the end, will definitely appear on that high platform, Xia He has arrived at the Hua family, the owner of the Hua family is ready to appear, and there is a beautiful flower banquet, and there are those tear-jerking and touching iron-blooded stories.

So it's only natural that the future will be better than the present picture.

Therefore, the young master of the Hua family does not mind taking this short waiting process as part of a good thing.

The young master of the Hua family walked, holding on, sniffing the girl's musk, responding to the girl's love leaking from time to time, still thinking about it.

Then he walked to the high platform, the high platform was not high, but Xiao Lian still exclaimed when he saw the scenery on the high platform.

No matter how slow Yin Huai walked, he could still reach the top of the high platform, and when he arrived at the high platform, he also saw the scene that made Xiao Pian exclaim.

In fact, it is not a particularly magnificent or terrifying thing, because Xiao Ren did not step forward or hide behind the young master of the Hua family, but it is not something that can be seen often, because Xiao Lian's eyes reveal a strong curiosity.

Curiosity should be the emotion of most people when they see this thing, which is a thing worth studying, but Yin Huai belongs to the remaining small number of people.

He saw a corner of that thing through the gap between Xiao Lian and the young master of the Hua family, there was no curiosity, there was not even a little ripple in his eyes, no surprise, no joy, no sadness, just watching, watching without emotion.

Even the emotions he stirred up when he looked at the carvings were even stronger.

It is just a big tripod, square, simple, but also a tripod eroded by time, broken tripod ears, missing corners of the tripod, of course, the most can make people feel the feeling of time is those green rust.

The rust spots covered almost the entire ding, and its original color was not visible, and the patterns on it were also covered by the rust spots.

This is a Ding hated by time, time has left too many traces on its body, but time has not defeated it, it still exists on this high platform, maybe in the next second it will completely collapse, completely collapse into a pile of iron or copper powder.

But in the end, time has triumphed, at least from now to the past 100 years.

It was a hundred years ago.

It was the heyday of the Hua family and the Xia family, but the tripod left at that time was the strongest, most tenacious, and most prosperous tripod.

This is what Ding is saying, with rusty spots all over his body to warn future generations to firmly remember the friendship that is more stubborn and stronger than time.

Ding couldn't speak, but Yin Huai and Xiao Lian, who saw Ding, saw its warning, it was an old man who witnessed the bloody friendship a hundred years ago.

It's just that in addition to admiration, Xiao Lian thinks more about the story behind the material of this tripod, and the careful thoughts that naughty children should think of, so they are curious.

Yin Huai was silent and indifferent, in that study he had already sighed at the greatness of the friendship between the Hua family and the Xia family, and now he naturally admired it, but he would not substitute himself into the story that did not belong to him, but only belonged to the Xia family and the Hua family, and that friendship.

He was an outsider from the beginning.

So he was just silent and indifferent.

In these respects he is like an emotionless scarecrow, watching beautiful stories happen around him, and the blood of the fiery friendship that can burn people splashed on his face, he will do nothing but sigh and hang high.

Now that he is on the high platform, he doesn't have to hang it anymore, he is already high enough, and he himself has little to do with this side of the Ding who likes to teach people.

It's just that the indifference in his eyes is still a little strange after all, but fortunately, even if Yin Huai didn't hide it, no one saw his indifference.

Yin Huai just glanced at it, then he had seen enough of the Fang Ding, and continued to look back at his carvings, as if those were much more interesting than this ancient thing.

In fact, it is also the case, that Fang Ding has nothing worth seeing except for the older and older age, and the style cannot be compared with the exquisite carving.

But what's interesting is that Xiao Ren doesn't mean much about the new beauty carving, but has a strong interest in the big ding.

Naturally, it was because there was something other than style that attracted her, and that was the spirit placed in it.

People always like to impose their own emotions on all kinds of things, and put their own spirit in them, and those things that record a lot of admirable spirit become monuments, and monuments are often more attractive than those simple and beautiful things, such as the beauty of those weeds struggling to survive under the high platform, especially those who are easy to attract those naïve.

But it's also very good, and it's great to inherit the good qualities that came from the past.

Xiao Lian saw the friendship from this tripod a hundred years ago, so he inherited the will of his predecessors a hundred years ago, and the friendship is still there, just like Fang Ding, which will not fall, the friendship between the Hua family and the Xia family will not fall, it will continue to a long time later, maybe it can continue to the next hundred years, or even in the future.

Thinking of the future, Xiao Lian secretly overlooked it and glanced at her own future, which was an extremely happy future, a future that was in line with the ancestral teachings, and an extremely beautiful and extremely happy future.

It's as beautiful as the happy and gentle smile on the face of the young master of the Hua family now.

Xiao Lian lowered her head, as if she was continuing to look at the top, but Hongxia quietly climbed up to the tip of her ear again.

As if he felt something, or saw Xiao Lian's gaze, the young master of the Hua family stretched out a hand and rubbed Xiao Lian's little head, and the fantasy about the future in the little head seemed to be crushed, but it did not disappear, and it penetrated into a deeper part of the soul and took root there.

In the end, will there be a very beautiful fruit there?

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