Colorful notes were tied to tree trunks in the streets and alleys of the city.
This area is not considered lively, after all, it is relatively remote. But at this time, they can still feel a hidden noise, like the faint scream of water about to boil in the pot as a prelude. Originally, the four of them planned to advance
I left Huansha City and continued on my way. But
, this hidden festive atmosphere made them all give up the idea, and stroll slowly down the street together. Although the festival is coming tomorrow, many people living nearby have come to watch today.
And tie new colorful paper strips to the branches.
Yes, tomorrow is the Flower Festival.
"There will be many people coming for an outing tomorrow, right? Will it be difficult for us to travel by then?"
Ling Huan is right. The Flower Festival is a time for people to celebrate flowers, and many people have begun to decorate their stores one after another. The buildings in this area are low, the sight is wide, and there are dense flowers blooming on the flat grass.
will definitely attract many experienced tourists
People. They walked farther and farther and came to an open space. The grass here should have been trimmed, and there were many unknown wild flowers scattered here. There were also many flowers in pots, which must have been moved here.
The domestic flowers try to compete with the wild flowers everywhere.
"It won't be too late for us to leave the day after tomorrow, within a day or two."
With Han Zhang's words, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Because several of them wanted to stay in this "popular" place for a few more days, but no one had a heavy responsibility. Only Han Zhang was the most anxious.
But if he said this, then everyone doesn't have to be so eager. Maybe he also took into account the mood of the people traveling with him when he said this. After all, although the living corpse has not set foot here, it is unknown how far away the town is.
again
There are new pathogens, so they always choose the countryside or wilderness when traveling. Firstly, it is for safety, and secondly, it is also to avoid those complicated censorships. In this way, the time is no different from the detour. But only a few people are there.
After wandering in the wilderness for a long time, you will feel somewhat lonely. Human beings are presumably social animals. Except for a reclusive person who is detached from the world, no one can survive for too long without the noise of his fellow humans.
Amiao didn't see the beauty of flowers, she only knew that flying insects were fun. Xie Zhe subconsciously wanted to tell it, be careful of being stung by a bee, but then he remembered that it was just a spirit. He always had too much eyesight.
Well, you won’t even be able to tell the difference between reality and fiction.
"Are you going to the city to watch the flower competition tomorrow?"
Xie Zhe was stopping to admire a dense clump of crabapple flowers when Long Miao suddenly appeared from behind the flower tree. He was startled and before he could react, Mi Yin asked him first:
"What competing flowers? Is it more beautiful than any other flower?"
"Absolutely. Huansha City, like many big cities, has such an event every year. It's a little smaller than the ones in the capital, but it's still worth seeing. I've seen similar events in different cities in the past, and even if I'm like this
People who are not interested in flowers can't help but be amazed. If you are not in a hurry, you can go and have a look."
"Huh?" Han Chang looked at him for a while and thought, "Since you are here, then..."
"Are you looking for me?"
As soon as Han Zhang turned around, he saw Lord Uoyue standing behind them. Ling Huan didn't pay attention, but even Han Zhang didn't notice her traces. She was really elusive. There were several mountains beside her.
The tea trees have flowers of different colors and are so delicate and delicate. There are still a few scattered colorful ribbons hanging on the branches, swaying gently in the breeze. It is a pity that a section of the branches was broken by some reckless person -
- It's probably not intentional, after all, there is still a part connected to the main pole, and it is even wrapped around with colorful strips. It is already the end of the camellia season, and there are few bright colors among the lush leaves.
This severed branch has lost moisture, and the leaves and flowers have become withered and yellow, lifeless. Utsuki-kun stretched out his hand, gently pinched off a withered pink camellia, and put it against his ear.
Mr. Maoyue is really a gentle person, Ling Huan thought to himself. There are many people who hate it, but they just can't see the flowers blooming properly on the branches. Some men like to steal other people's flowers instead of buying them for business use in the market.
Home or on the roadside
The beautiful flowers stick on the head of the woman you like; some women are like birds seeking mating, they just pick one flower, but insist on picking them in large quantities and stuffing them on their heads, making them look nondescript.
, thought he was a pretty hole
Birds, in fact, are like rooster combs. Few people think that broken flowers are beautiful, and no one will pin half-dead flowers on their heads like those fresh and beautiful flowers. Many bees and butterflies surround the clothes.
,I don’t know
Was she attracted by these residual flowers, or was she addicted to Maoyuejun's faint fragrance? Even Amiao, who had been naughty before, stayed at her feet, neither swatting at the butterflies nor grabbing her clothes for fear of tearing them off.
It seems broken.
They all felt that this dying flower was a perfect match for Uzuki-kun's temperament. It's not that she was "half-dead", but she had a beauty like a missing moon. Flowers that slowly withered always have brown scars.
, this kind of flower that suddenly cut off its nutrients has some indescribable, seemingly non-existent business. It is like being strangled to death in sleep, without suffering the pain of disease, but with slight pain.
Declined and peaceful, she lost her breath. Look carefully, none of the looming flowers embroidered, printed and dyed on Maoyuejun's clothes is complete. Although they are well-proportioned and colorful, if you look closely, they are all missing petals.
The stamens are just arranged in a clever way to hide this flaw. But in that case, why is it designed like this? Wouldn't it be more beautiful if they were all made into blooming flowers in the first place?
No one raised this question. Even Long Miao, they all had a hard time imagining what such a gorgeous floral dress looked like. I am afraid that only the youngest and most beautiful princess in the palace or the fairies in the sky are qualified to wear it.
Such clothes.
"...but can that be called the most beautiful?"
Of course Maoyuejun could see through their thoughts, so when these words were said suddenly, everyone except Long Miao was startled. Maoyuejun did not say any more, but smiled softly, looking at these beautiful plants
She wandered forward for a while. When she circled briefly and came back, she continued:
"People are always pursuing 'perfection' unnecessarily. But what is perfection? How to define it? What form? What standard? This has never been accurate. Even if something truly recognized as perfect is placed in front of people, they must
They will say, it can be better, it can be even better. No one knows
What is the end of beauty... But people all know what is considered "incomplete". But is incomplete not perfect? Still no one has thought about this problem. Many things only leave shortcomings, and those existing achievements are
When it becomes extremely precious, only the remaining things can be truly valued."
"Are you saying that you can only appreciate something if you lose it?" Xie Zhe didn't understand.
"Or...there is no perfect thing in the world?"
"Or -"
"If we have to discuss it and come up with a final result, then Uoyuki-kun's words are meaningless."
Takimiao ended their discussion coldly. The four of them looked at each other and nodded in understanding. Utsuki-kun invited them at this time. She pointed to the wide road leading to the downtown area and said:
"I know there is a pastry shop nearby, which specializes in making flower cakes. The pastries are unprepossessing in appearance, sweet but not astringent in the mouth, and you can tell what kind of flower they are without even looking at the cross section. Are you interested?"
"Yes, that's great." Han Chang was happy, having not had breakfast yet.
But at this time, Ling Huan seemed a little nervous. She touched her body up and down and said with some embarrassment:
"I thought I didn't need to go too far and didn't bring my wallet..."
Of course Mao Yuejun and Long Miao didn't mind putting something in the four more mouths, but the owners of these four mouths did. Especially the girl Ling Huan, who simply didn't want to see anyone paying for it. Xie Zhe and the others knew it, so they said to her
,
You can go back to get it first, and they will wait. Although Ling Huan nodded, her feet were faster than anyone else. She immediately broke into a trot and hurried back to the inn. When she entered the lobby, she couldn't even see Xie when she turned around.
The shadow of Zhe.
Ling Huan's mind was not thinking too much, and her five senses were not fully functioning. She only thought about getting her purse quickly so as not to delay everyone's play. She rushed open the door panting, but her breathing was watching
He suddenly paused when he saw the scene in front of him.
There is a thief!
Wait, no, he is...
"what you do!"
After she stopped her sternly, she looked at the uninvited guest in the room for a long time, without daring to make any move for a long time. The people in the room obviously failed to realize that the person hurriedly walking in the corridor was the temporary owner of this room - and also the person in his hand.
The owner of the baggage. The bag was half turned over. Some clothes and scattered gadgets were placed on the table. It was a mess. There were also some
The things were left in the bag. However, the "thief" didn't give her much time to think. He neatly wrapped up the baggage with both hands, stepped towards the window at the same time, flipped it out, and disappeared in an instant. Ye Ling disappeared.
Quan rushed to the window, looking left and right but couldn't see the figure of the man. She didn't care about the image and shouted directly on the street at the top of her lungs:
"There is a thief! Come and catch the thief -"
Xie Zhe and the others had already entered her line of sight. When they heard her shouting, they naturally sped up their pace. Han Sheng raised his head and sniffed the wind, and suddenly ran faster than anyone else. In an instant, he chased Long Miao forward.
After staying at the same place for a while, and following closely behind, the two of them quickly disappeared from Ling Huan's sight. They probably noticed something. Xie Zhe quickened his pace and came to the downstairs of the inn, directly facing her window.
, asked loudly:
"Did you lose something important?!"
"The money is still there! But, but my luggage is gone!" Her face turned from red to pale, "There is a xun in it! And... there is also Wanguizhi!"
Xie Zhe felt that his mind went blank for a moment. Mi Yin looked up at Ling Quan who was in a panic, and then at Xie Zhe who quickly lost his energy. He didn't know what to say for a moment. Amiao didn't know when he stayed in Mao Yuejun's arms.
Yes, she kept holding her hands, even though
People who couldn't see the cat wouldn't think there were any clues. But at this moment, it broke away from Uoyuki-kun's arms and ran in the direction where Hanshang and Takimiao were chasing. Miyin was stunned and looked.
Looking at the two people around him, he immediately chased after them.
"Xun, Wan Guizhi..."
Utsuki-kun read it again. It was impossible to guess her mood from her expression.
"But, is Xun actually in your hands?"
She looked at Xie Zhe, who didn't know how to answer for a moment. His mind was a little confused and he said with some stumbling:
