Colorful notes are tied to tree trunks in the streets and alleys of the city.
This area is not very lively, after all, it is relatively remote. But at this time, they could still feel a hidden noise, like the faint scream of water about to boil in a kettle as a prelude. Originally, the four of them planned to leave Huansha City early and continue on their way. However, 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 came to watch the wind today and tied new colorful paper strips to the branches.
Yes, tomorrow is the Flower Festival.
"There will be many people coming for an outing tomorrow, right? At that time, won't it be difficult for us to travel?"
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 view is wide, and there are dense flowers blooming on the flat grass, which will definitely attract many experienced tourists. They walked further and further until they reached a clearing. The grass here should be mowed, and there are many unknown wild flowers scattered here. There are also many flowers in pots, which must be domestic flowers that someone moved here to compete with the wild flowers everywhere.
"It's not too late for us to leave the day after tomorrow, within a day or two."
With Han Chang's words, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Because several people wanted to stay in this "popular" place for a few more days, but no one had a heavy responsibility, and only Han Sheng was the most anxious. But if he had said so, then everyone wouldn't have to be so eager. Maybe when he said these words, he also took into account the mood of those who were traveling with him. After all, although the living zombies have not set foot here, there are new pathogens in such distant towns, so they always choose the countryside or wilderness when traveling. Firstly, it is for safety, and secondly, it is also to avoid those complicated reviews. In this way, it is no different from the detour time. However, if there are only a few people walking in the wilderness for a long time, they 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 hustle and bustle of his fellow humans.
Amiao doesn't see the beauty of flowers, she only knows that flying insects are fun. Xie Zhe subconsciously wanted to tell it to be careful not to get stung by a bee, but then he remembered that it was just a spirit. His eyesight is always so good that he can't even distinguish between reality and fiction.
"Are you going to the city to watch the flowers bloom 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, Miyin asked him first:
"What flower competition? Is it more beautiful than any other flower?"
"Absolutely. Huansha City, like many big cities, has such activities every year. It's smaller than the battles in the capital, but it's still worth seeing. I've seen similar activities 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 to leave, 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 straight behind them. Ling Huan didn't pay attention, but even Han Sheng couldn't detect her trace. She was really elusive. There were several camellia trees beside her, with flowers of different colors and delicate colors. There were a few scattered colorful ribbons hanging from the branches, swaying gently in the breeze. It's a pity that a section of the branch was broken by some reckless person - it probably wasn't intentional, after all, there was still a part connected to the main pole, and it was even wrapped around with colorful strips. It was already the end of the camellia season, and there were few brightly colored flowers among the lush leaves. The cut branches have lost moisture, and the leaves and flowers have turned yellow and lifeless. Lord Uoyue stretched out his hand, gently pinched off a wilted pink camellia flower, 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 do not buy flowers for business use in the market, but like to steal the most beautiful flowers from other people's homes or on the roadside, and poke them on the head of the woman they like; some women are like a courting bird, picking a flower. Forget it, I just reach out and pick a lot of them, stuffing a lot of them on my head, making it look nondescript. I think I am a beautiful peacock, but in fact it is like a rooster's comb. Few people think that dead flowers are beautiful, and no one would pin half-dead flowers on their heads like fresh and beautiful flowers. Many bees and butterflies were surrounding the clothes. I don't know whether they were attracted by these residual flowers or were intoxicated by Uoyuki-kun's faint fragrance. Even Amiao, who had been naughty before, stayed at her feet, neither swatting at the butterflies nor grabbing her clothes, as if she was afraid of tearing them.
They all felt that this dying flower was a perfect match for Utsuki-kun's temperament. It's not that she is "half dead", but she is as beautiful as a missing moon. Flowers that are slowly withering always have brown scars. This kind of flower that has been suddenly cut off from nutrients has some indescribable and vague business. It was like being strangled to death in his sleep. He did not experience the pain of the disease, but lost his breath slightly and peacefully. If you look carefully, none of the looming flowers embroidered or printed on Uoyue-kun's clothes is complete. Although they are well-proportioned and colorful, if you look closely, they all lack petals and stamens, but the arrangement cleverly hides this defect. But if that's the case, why is it designed this way? Wouldn’t it be more beautiful if it were all blooming flowers from the beginning?
No one asked this question. Including Long Miao, it was difficult for them to imagine what such a flourishing flower 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 such clothes.
"...But can that be called the most beautiful?"
Of course Maoyuejun could see through their thoughts, so when these words were spoken suddenly, everyone except Long Miao was startled. Uoyue-kun did not say any more, but smiled softly and lingered in front of these beautiful plants for a while. When she circled briefly and stepped 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 better. No one knows what the end of beauty is... but everyone knows what is considered 'incomplete'. But is incomplete not perfect? No one has ever thought about it. This kind of problem. Many things can only leave shortcomings, and those achievements that have been made will be precious, and 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 reach a final conclusion, then Uoyuki-kun's words are meaningless."
Long Miao ended their discussion coldly. The four of them looked at each other and nodded in understanding. Lord Uoyue extended an invitation to them at this time. She pointed to the wide road leading to the downtown area and said:
"I know there is a pastry shop near here that 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 flowers they are without even looking at the cross section. Are you interested?"
"Yes, that's great." Han Chang was happy, not having 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 Uoyuki-kun and Taki Miao don't mind stuffing something into the four more mouths, but the owners of these four mouths do. Especially this girl Ling Huan, she simply couldn't bear to see anyone pay for her. Xie Zhe and the others knew about it, so they told her that she could go back and get it first and they would just wait. Although Ling Huan nodded, his feet were faster than anyone else's. He immediately broke into a trot and hurried back to the inn. When she entered the lobby, she couldn't even see Xie Zhe's shadow when she turned around.
Ling Huan didn't think too much, and her five senses were not fully functioning. She just wanted to get her purse quickly so as not to delay everyone's play. Panting, she rushed open the door, but her breathing suddenly stopped when she saw the scene in front of her.
There's a thief!
Wait, no, he is...
"what you do!"
After she sternly stopped him, she looked at the uninvited guest in the room for a long time without daring to make any move. The people in the room obviously didn't realize that the hurried person in the corridor was the temporary owner of the room - and the owner of the baggage in his hand. The package was half turned over, and some clothes and scattered knickknacks were placed on the table in a mess. There were still some things 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, and flipped out, disappearing in an instant. Ye Linghua rushed to the window, looking left and right but couldn't see the figure of the man. She didn't care about her 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, so they naturally sped up their pace when they heard her shout. Han Zhang raised his head and sniffed the wind, and suddenly ran faster than anyone else, chasing forward in an instant. Long Miao stayed on the spot for a while, and followed 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, and 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 his mind go blank for a moment. Miyin raised his head and looked at the flustered Ling Huan, and then at Xie Zhe, who quickly lost his spirits. She didn't know what to say for a moment. Amiao didn't know when she stayed in Mao Yuejun's arms. She kept her hands in her arms, so even people who couldn't see the cat wouldn't notice anything. But at this moment, it broke away from Lord Uoyue's arms and ran in the direction where Han Shang and Long Miao were chasing it. Miyin was stunned, looked at the two people around him, and then chased after them.
"Xun, Wan Guizhi..."
Uoyuki-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. His mind was a little confused and he said with some stumbling:
"It's a long story..."
"It's okay, I already know."
