Chapter 192: White Chrysanthemum

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Xiao Ren also came here last year. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I've also seen such an addictive scenery, but maybe this year's spring went extraordinarily late, and the summer of the year before came extraordinarily early, and this year's flowers are more enthusiastic than last year's flowers.

She could barely find a place in her passion.

She came here to pay tribute to her brother, who died here and loved her the most.

She also came last year, and it was Yin Huai who accompanied her, as well as the old horse who liked to make his nose.

She still came this year, and it was Aunt Mei who accompanied her, so naturally the old horse who regarded herself as a flower messenger was indispensable.

Xiao Lian couldn't find any trace of the Hua family when she came here, as if after that day, Wei Li from nowhere crushed everything in the Hua family into dust, and disappeared after a gust of wind blew.

And all traces of him are gone.

Xiao Lian stood by the river, and there used to be a high platform here, and he also died on that high platform, just like those elves and ghosts in those strange books when they left.

A gust of wind blew, a puff of smoke dispersed, and then there was no trace.

However, for the spirits and ghosts, it was only a temporary farewell.

For that hippie-faced guy, it's goodbye.

There was not a trace left, not even the ashes of the clothes for nostalgia.

Xiao Lian naturally didn't know, in fact, Xia He at that time had long since lost his clothes and ashes, he was a ghost wandering in the world, and his clothes and body had already been burned clean by the invisible flames burning under Yin Huai's eyes that day by the Sheephorn River.

But just because he left nothing doesn't mean he's forgotten by everyone.

Little Mercy comes here every year to remember him.

Yin Huai guards his sister and remembers him.

Xiao Ren came very early today, and stayed here for an extra long time.

Holding two white flowers in his hand, they are two lovely chrysanthemums, which are also flowers used for worship and nostalgia.

The desolate people will not know what the flowers used to pay tribute are, and when their relatives die, there will be nothing, no tombs, no monuments, no tombs, and there will be no memorial rituals, they think that people die like lights out, people die is dead, they return to nature, they return, and everyone will die, everyone will reunite somewhere, there is no need for nostalgia, and there is no need to pay tribute.

Some of the desolate people were even reluctant to bury their bodies in the soil, so they asked their children and grandchildren to throw their bodies into the wolves when he died, and the people in the wasteland seemed to have feelings of respect and fear for the wolves.

This is true not only of the people of the wasteland, but also of the only king of the wasteland, but the deceased kings still leave their stone statues in the so-called Valhalla for future generations to admire, but in a sense it is also a kind of sacrifice.

The people in the wasteland rarely pay respects, but the self-proclaimed Da Yin who rules the country with etiquette is not like this.

There seems to be more ritual in the blood of the Great Yin people than the wasteland people.

The memorial to the dead is also a kind of remembrance of the past, which is also an extension of the sense of ritual.

Xiao Lian gave birth to the face of a wasteland man, but he still has the blood of the Great Yin people.

The Xia family was originally the Xia family of Da Yin.

Even after hundreds of years, that deeply imprinted in the blood still retains its beauty and stubbornness.

Xiao Lian also deeply likes that kind of beauty, and she also deeply likes that stubbornness, and she also likes that sense of ritual.

So she also deeply loves the land that gave birth to all this.

Even if she was a child who grew up in the wasteland. But this habit is still retained.

So she didn't feel uncomfortable when she came to Dayin, and even faintly felt like she had returned to her real home.

It's just that this is not a real home, and the real family should still have their own Abba and Mom, as well as their own brothers.

However, that kind of home is really never going to go again.

Every time Xiao Lian thought of this, she would stop talking, only be silent, and that was also the moment when she was most like that silent teenager.

But there is another time, and it is also the time when Xiao Lian is the least like Yin Huai, that is, when she came here.

She would always say a lot of things, not only for her real brother, but also for her father and grandma.

So she would stay here for a long time, standing from early morning until noon before thinking about going back.

But today Xiao Lian came earlier than usual, so it seems to be an omen of something, and Xiao Lian has more flowers in his hand than usual, which is also a sign of something.

Although the old horse is very old, it still runs like a young head horse in the prime of life, and even with Xiao Lian and Aunt Mei, its speed is not much slower.

I don't know if it's because he saw the deeper melancholy in the corners of Xiao Pian's eyes than usual, the old horse seems to be working extra hard today, and he used all the power to save people that day to hurry.

Aunt Mei couldn't rest assured that she couldn't take pity on her, so she followed.

Just without waiting for Xiao Pian to stop the old horse, Aunt Mei took the initiative to leave the horse's back, and her body fell lightly in a sea of flowers.

Aunt Mei is really an empathetic person, and she can see that Xiao Lian needs not companionship at this time.

Xiao Lian was pulled here by the old horse with a snort, and she was still holding a few white chrysanthemums tightly in her hands.

Xiao Ren stood by the river, surrounded by flowers of various colors, but there were few chrysanthemums, and even fewer white chrysanthemums.

Little pity is even more sad.

The scenery by the river is very good, but the scenery in Xiao Pian's heart is not so good.

The old horse was also interested, and consciously hid in the wildflowers that were high as the horses growing next to him.

Then the old horse smelled an unusual breath, which was very powerful, although he could not smell the hostility in it, but that kind of breath would inevitably make people a little uneasy, especially since Xiao Lian was still a little girl who was powerless.

The old horse came out of the sea of flowers, and happened to see the man who was walking down from the upper reaches of the river, dressed in coarse linen clothes and full of flesh.

The old horse smelled blood from the man's body.

The old horse became more and more uneasy and stood in front of Xiao Lian.

The man was smiling, even if he was smiling, he was not necessarily very kind, Lao Ma was waiting for someone, waiting for another girl in the sea of flowers to come, that girl was also a cultivator, and then it was ready to leave with Xiao Pian at any time.

It didn't wait for the man, but waited for the person in front of it to leave, who didn't look good.

Even if he left, Lao Ma still did not let down his vigilance.

Until it saw the miraculous supernatural powers, saw the white chrysanthemum floating in front of Xiao Lian and was still stained with water, until, the man laughed and disappeared into the sea of flowers, until, he smelled the breath of the person he had been waiting for appeared not far away.

The man left without saying a word.

Xiao Lian didn't say a word, but she was still holding the dew-stained white chrysanthemum tightly in her hand, and looked thoughtfully at the bunch of human-tall wildflowers that the man had hit when he left.

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Good luck to you, second more.