Chapter Eighty-Eight: Red Flowers, Gray Clouds

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Red, gray. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Only these two colors can be seen on the high platform.

Red is a flower, red is the earth full of flowers, red is like fire, every red flower is a flame that can burn the prairie fire, and the grassland that is not big or small is the place where the prairie has been burned. A meandering river runs through that "sea of fire", like a twisted white line, some beautiful, some fantasy and strange.

The gray is the clouds, and the gray is the sky covered with clouds, and it is drowsy and does not see the day, but it is not very gloomy and cold, but because of the red that rushes to the sky, it fills in a mild feeling.

Brilliant red, with a mild gray belt people with a fantastical stunning feeling.

The feeling comes from people, only people will have such an amazing feeling, and only people will sigh at such a fantastic scenery, and only people will be deeply attracted by this scene, and even intoxicated.

Unlike the previous red flower that bloomed alone on the high platform, which was also enchanting and illusory, and fused with the beautiful appearance of countless flowers, the flowers under the high platform were not as charming as that flower, intoxicating, and never rubbed into the delicate appearance of countless flowers, not delicate and pure, and not countless beautiful flowers on the same flower.

On the contrary, the flowers that bloom on the grassland want to show only the same appearance, or the same emotion, if the flowers also have emotional flowers, then the countless flowers on the grassland only have an emotion called enthusiasm called blood.

And that single flower has a myriad of emotions, emotions from different flowers that end up watering into the same flower.

It is impossible to say which is right and which is wrong, and it is impossible to talk about which is better and which is evil.

It's just that what you see at the flower feast should not be a flower, but a sea of flowers, which is enough to cover the sky and the sun, so countless flowers on the grassland are competing to open up is the flower feast.

In this respect, it is the most beautiful to show off yourself on the grassland at this moment.

All they want to say is passion, only blood.

I won't say more, but that enthusiasm seems to melt the deepest ice in the mountain to the north, and seems to dispel all the indifference in the world. That blood seems to be able to ignite the fire in everyone's heart, waving weapons and rushing into battle.

Because it is pure enough, the sea of flowers is much more beautiful than the thin looking red flower.

If you have to use an adjective that is large enough to describe the "sea of fire" in front of you, it is difficult to find, maybe only magnificent, only spectacular and other words can describe one or two.

It's just that it still seems a little stingy.

The words that describe the majesty of the great river cannot even describe the small river that winds in the sea of flowers. It is even more indescribable to the sea of flowers.

Finding the right word to express your emotions or describe the spectacle you see in front of you is something that many people do, and people on the platform are doing it.

It's just that no one can find it, and they are all deeply attracted by the magnificent scene in front of them.

The red in the amorous little mercy's eyes turned into fireworks in the sky, the fireworks splashed out, shedding a line of tears, the little fist clenched tighter, and the small flower in his hand struggled in the wind.

Xiao Lian has been infected by the feelings conveyed by the sea of flowers.

She was originally an infatuated lover, but she was not obsessed with flowers.

The young master of the Hua family is a person who is really obsessed with flowers, and he is also an infatuated person.

The young master of the Hua family didn't shed tears, didn't speak, didn't even breathe, he didn't even want to exhale a breath of turbidity, he was afraid that once he exhaled that turbid breath, the scene in front of him would turn into fireworks and disappear, so he didn't dare to breathe.

But it is also possible that he didn't even think about whether his breathing would disturb a scene he had never seen before, he just forgot to breathe, and he forgot not only his breath, but also many others, such as himself, such as a plan in some shadow.

He looked at the flowers, he didn't see himself, he was a young man who loved flowers like his life, he understood flowers, and he understood nature not only those flowering flowers, but also the emotions of flowers.

Because he knew more, he was more addicted than Xiao Pian and completely sank.

When Xiao Ren could still shed tears for the spectacle in front of him, he had completely lost himself.

But for it, perhaps, such a sinking may be the best destination.

The young master of the Hua family is not the only one in the Hua family, but his father also saw such a picture.

But I don't know if it's because I've seen it too many times, the performance of the owner of the flower family is far less intoxicated than his son, although it is so, but he still looks at it stupidly, thinks stupidly, and there seems to be some doubt in his eyes, but soon the doubt is also occupied by the amazing.

This sight is always easy to indulge in, at least for ordinary people, but for Xia He, it is not like this.

He didn't show any dislike, but he didn't indulge either, far less obsessed than when he saw the bewitching red flower before, he just watched, like looking at a somewhat beautiful flower, like looking at a somewhat beautiful scene, like reading a somewhat beautiful book.

But it's just a little good-looking, not particularly good-looking, and not good-looking enough to indulge in.

He looked at it quite seriously, but that kind of seriousness was just a little serious, like the kind of seriousness he was looking at when he was looking at Fang Ding, not as serious as when he looked at his beloved sister.

Just simple seriousness. In addition to being serious, he also had time to take a look at the owner of the flower family next to him who seemed to be completely amazed by the sea of flowers, and that glance was just ordinary seriousness.

So he didn't notice the expression of the other person next to him.

Yin Huai also watched, looking at it seriously, but there was no happy look, only calm, and even an extremely obscure indifference in the depths of his eyes.

Apathy and silence are similar words, but apathy is a little colder.

Yin Huai looked at the red flowers all over the ground, and remembered a certain mountain, which no one knew, at least not now, that blood-stained mountain, that mountain of floating corpses.

There is a man, or God, on the mountain.

Yin Huai thought about those, the indifference in his eyes became colder and colder, although he still stayed in his eyes, but the cold breath infected the wrinkled air.

The fire is red, and sometimes it is still red like blood.

Yin Huai thought that there was not only that mountain, but also a certain dream, and there was also such a grassland in the dream, and the grassland was once soaked in red, but it was not as quiet as this.

There were still countless sounds in the steppe at that time, cries, the sound of the sword coming out of its sheath, the sound of the sword falling on the armor, and the sound of the sword sticking into the chest.

It was noisy and noisy.

Now it's quiet, quiet, beautiful, and comfortable.

Yin Huai thought a lot, so much so that his eyes were no longer just the sea of wind and flowers in front of him, but also the sea of blood, and the sea of blood watered the sea of flowers, covering the beauty of the flowers.

The blood is red, and so is the blood that flows between the flowers.

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Red flowers, red blood, both red, but two different things, some meaning.

Good luck to you.