Mr. Floating Dream just wants to write

【do you know?

Mountains and rivers have souls, and the land under our feet is alive.It exists in a form that cannot be seen or touched, but can be felt.When the wind blows across the cheeks, the rain drips from the branches, the young buds break out of the ground, the flowers bloom everywhere, the white snow falls gently, the sun rises and the moon sets, the stars are bright, and then the world of mortals, it is always there.

If you feel it, you will find it everywhere, but it is very gentle.Like the spring wind, it is warm and warm.But that's not the only thing it looks like, it also roars angrily, as if it could change the world.

What does Shanhe's soul look like?

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Let's tell a story.

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It was a chaotic era, and there were never many wars and killings.In fact, even now, people are still haunted by killings, wars, and siege.But in those days, bones were everywhere.The magnificent and majestic vermilion palace wall seems to have become full of blood and gradually rotted. The dark red color seems to be the misfortune and disaster hidden behind the grand prosperity.

The civilians in the lower city are numb and will die at any time.In the cold and snowy days, not a few people died of freezing, but more people died of starvation.The aristocrats in the upper city were having fun all day long, and they were drunk with money and money, and they never paid attention to those commoners.It's not cruel, it's just a microcosm of history, and it's just a story.

This is how the story unfolds.

It seems that many misfortunes were born in the chaotic era, but when misfortune accumulates, it is nothing more than daily life.And this year seems to be particularly unfortunate.The source of food was almost cut off, but it was snowing heavily.The plain white snow is connected into one piece, and every snowflake is white and flawless. There is no doubt that snow is beautiful.However, for humans, it is not so beautiful.Because in snowy days, people in ragged clothes will die at any time.There are many people who can only be called existing, not alive.

This snowy night seems to be extraordinarily cold.

At the foot of the palace wall, there are many figures curled up, each of them, the flame of life in their eyes has long been extinguished, dimmed, many people's hands and feet have frozen to death, without any consciousness, just lingering.There are adults, children, and old people among them, but the upper city is full of bright lights, as if there is the sound of silk, bamboo and golden bells, and ethereal and melodious singing.

It was the entertainment of the nobles, and their life and death had nothing to do with those above.Even if they all died today, those nobles would not shed a single tear, they would only be terrified.Not because of the murders they committed, but because of fear, no one can provide them with money for pleasure, no one can provide them with exploitation.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

However, on this cold night, a small flame was ignited.

It was a boy, or a young man, skinny and dressed in rags. He seemed no different from those civilians waiting to die, but when he opened his eyes and raised his head, anyone who saw him would immediately understand the difference.There is a flame on this person's body, and the eyes are not numb and lax, but a bunch of burning flames.That little flame must grow bigger and bigger, and finally become a flame that burns everything and burns everything up.

Just like the land, people will burn the dry stalks or other things on it before farming, so that they can provide fertility for the land, and finally strong new shoots will grow on the land.

That boy represents the flame, maybe he will be extinguished on the way, maybe he will be burned by the flame in the end, but at this moment, he undoubtedly has a kind of power, the power to resist.It's just that he now needs more savings.

It is terrible if one has a desire and the effort to achieve it.

The nobles in the upper city are still indulging in the dream of gold powder, but they don't know that the lower city has been shrouded in deep black clouds, just waiting for a fire to burn it up, swallowing them and their dreams.

One cold night passed, two cold nights passed...

This year's winter seems to be extraordinarily long, but this is something to be thankful for.Because, if it comes to summer, they will have another experience that is worse than death, and those nobles will exploit them again.

It was on such an ordinary cold night that the bleak moonlight was reflected by the snow and scattered its pale light everywhere.

Suddenly, the flames illuminated everyone, covering the snow and moonlight, and illuminating everyone's faces and eyes.They don't know what happened, they just know that in an instant, wildfire started.The entire lower city was reduced to a sea of ​​flames.

They didn't shout or put out the flames, they just watched in a numb and dazed way, quietly and even deadly.

The fire was burning and dancing, in their eyes, in their hearts.

It was also at this time that the nobles in the upper city suddenly woke up from their dreams.

They were afraid that the flames would spread to the upper city, so they asked people to separate the entire upper city from the lower city. They would not fight the fire, because it was a meaningless thing.

Things are so dramatic.

Among the nobles in the upper city are not only the nobles who are drunk and dreamy, but also scholars. They are worried about the future, the upper city, the lower city, or this country.It's just that their strength is too small to do anything at all.Even having to make the same choice as those great nobles, to protect one's life wisely is nothing more than selfishness and cowardice in the final analysis.

However, what's ridiculous is that among these great nobles, there is also a young man whose life of rich clothes and good food did not let him fall into a dream.He realized earlier than anyone in the upper city that the lower city was terrifying. He knew that sooner or later, the flames would burn and engulf the entire country.He also tried to tell his family members, but the family members obviously felt that he was worrying unfoundedly, and he sneered at the poor people in the lower city.

After seeing, or knowing that the lower city was on fire, the noble boy knew that the flames had already started to burn, and nothing could stop them.But he will not run away, because this is the sin of the entire upper city. It is only natural to be oppressed and resisted. The rise and fall of the country has also been written in the book.The decline of the dynasty, the end of the hero, and the twilight of the beauty, these three things, he has already witnessed.

He still remembers the vermilion palace walls and glazed tiles when he was a child, the beauties dressed up and smiling, and the skirts were like clouds walking like lotuses, and he also remembered the general holding a sword and the neighing of the war horse, or the literati frivolously writing pens, leaving poems that have been passed down through the ages, but, it's all over.

The dream of going to the city should have woken up long ago, everything is destined, it is the tide of fate, and it cannot be stopped.

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Hu Die reluctantly glanced at the person beside her. The purple turban covered her light golden hair. It was the kind of kerchief commonly used by pharmacists. Obviously, the other party has a good foundation in medicine, not just a so-called drug seller.

"Well, Mr. Yaolang, I'll take care of the next steps." Hu Dieren was preparing the poison for dealing with ghosts.She is the only one in the ghost killing team who can't cut off the ghost's neck, but she can prepare the poison to kill the ghost, using wisteria flowers.Beautiful, gorgeous and dreamy flowers are poison to ghosts, but they are very suitable for Hu Diejin.In nature, the more beautiful a thing is, the more terrifying it is, the more deadly it is.

"The poison you made is very interesting." The medicine seller stopped his movements, the wisteria flowers in the medicine bowl had been crushed, and there were still some herbs in it, soaked in flower juice, leaving a light purple trace.

Hu Dieren took the medicine bowl from the other party, with gentle eyes, "Thank you for your compliment." She and her sister are the daughters of a pharmacist, and they are very familiar with medicine. It can even be said that they grew up with these things.

"It's already this time." The drug seller glanced at the western-style clock on the table, and he walked to the sink to wash his hands.

Hu Dieren asked: "Mr. Yaolang, is there anything else to do next?" Suddenly there was a knock on the butterfly house. She opened the door and was shocked to see the drug seller. He just stood there, very quiet, It was only later that I found out that the other party was here to help.The other party came here alone, and he appeared with him before. The man with black hair and golden eyes doesn't know where he is, but she still knows about the recent changes in the Ghost Killing Team. I was startled, but there were monsters appearing together, so it would be terrible.

Thinking of this, Hu Dieren was a little curious. There is no doubt that the drug seller is not an ordinary person, and the man named Fumeng, who can be seen as a pseudonym at a glance, is not an ordinary person either.The drug seller wiped his hands carefully, "There should be a need for Fumeng, I'll go."

Thinking of Mr. Fumeng's feeling of oppression, Hu Dieren hesitated a little bit. In fact, she knew exactly what she should ask and what she should not ask, but in the end, she still asked. "Mr. Yaolang, what kind of stories are written by Mr. Fumeng?" Maybe it's because she picked up a knife herself, and she is no longer qualified to pick up a pen after seeing blood, at least Hu Dieren thinks so, and even more so. What's more, where does she have time to think about how to write a story now?

The drug seller thought for a while, and replied softly: "Probably, it's a story I like."

Hu Die blinked her eyes, her favorite story?Although there seems to be no problem, it feels a little strange.Seeing what she was thinking, the drug seller raised the corners of his lips, "Don't worry, Fumeng is a strange author."

I don’t have expectations for others, I write my own story little by little, and the only person who reads it is myself. It is a lonely state, but it also makes people very fascinated, because the kind of crescent moon hanging in the sky is deserted, like a fog The general mysterious temperament is part of his charm.

"If Miss Shinobu is interested, you can also read the story of Floating Dream." The drug seller said, there seemed to be a gentle light in the light blue pupils.

Hu Dieren nodded slightly, "Okay, I will."

[Soul and dream surround mountains and rivers.

Soul dream が mountains and rivers を back to る. 】

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开学了....如遭雷劈.jpg感谢在2020-08-2514:26:50~2020-09-0109:43:27期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 17 bottles of Hehe;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!