Sueños Florales en la Ciudad - Capítulo 311
A fierce battle ensued, resulting in numerous casualties. Mr. Chen, Mrs. Wan, and Chen Muwan were all busy caring for the wounded. Zhu Huihui, having made up her mind, didn't bother to say goodbye to everyone. Instead, she took Liu Yue's sleeve, brought Hua Hua, and quietly left.
"Snow Color, those Japanese dogs are truly insidious! No wonder they chose the gourd-shaped mountain path, and they actually buried a large amount of explosives on both sides of the valley, trying to take us all down with them! If Liu Yue hadn't suddenly attacked, our casualties would have been huge after they detonated the explosives!" west Yeyan said angrily.
Feng Xuese said calmly, "Perhaps no one understands the Japanese better than Zhu Liuyue!"
As he said this, he was standing on a high slope, gazing at the slender figure on the mountain road ahead, the young man in yellow beside her, and a huge spotted pig that kept wagging its tail and ears, lost in thought.
"Who? What?" Fang Jianwu and Yan Shenhan walked to his side, only catching the last part of his sentence, and asked in confusion.
Feng Xuese withdrew her gaze, then suddenly chuckled, replying seemingly out of the blue, "Nothing! I just... suddenly wanted to be a big boss..."
This courtyard always seems to be shrouded in mist.
Thick fog, heavy fog, light fog.
Black fog, white fog, leaden fog.
In the fog, the ancient hall appeared even more weathered and ancient.
The doors and windows of the main hall were always closed, so the light inside was very dim.
In the center of the hall, there was a brazier with a roaring fire. Scrolls, ledgers, letters, parchment scrolls, and other documents were constantly being thrown into the brazier, creating a swirling cloud of smoke.
The flames flickered and danced, casting shifting shadows on the faces of those around them.
But the main hall was very quiet.
Because that person hasn't spoken yet.
On a carved rosewood chair, a tall, middle-aged man leaned back, his hand supporting his chin in deep thought.
He had been in the same position for a long time, but no one dared to disturb him.
The fire in the brazier gradually weakened until only half a brazier of ashes remained, still sparkling.
The man finally spoke, his voice weary: "It's over!"
Like this fire, once it's burned out, only ashes remain.
Suppressed sobs could be heard from inside the hall.
A fierce glint flashed in the man's eyes: "Why are you crying?"
One person said through grief, "So many years of hard work, all gone like this, I... I'm not reconciled..." His voice trembled.
The man was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "The end is not the conclusion. As long as people are still alive, things will never have an ending."
Although the matter was lost, it was Japan that lost, not him.
Even if those Japanese devils are cunning, they probably can't guess that his sharp teeth and claws have always been hidden, and he hasn't had a chance to show them yet. His strength remains, so what does he have to worry about?
A tall man said respectfully, "Your Highness, what do you mean—"
“What I mean is—” the man smiled and said slowly, “You can go and open the window!”
The tall man was taken aback, but obeyed and went over to open the window of the main hall.
As soon as the window was opened, the fog rushed in, and a moist yet refreshing air dispelled the smoke and decadence in the hall, and the gloomy people were unconsciously invigorated.
The man walked to the window, and through the thick fog, he could see a faint line of white appearing on the eastern horizon.
The night has passed, and dawn is about to break.
As the pale light of dawn fell, the skin beneath the morning glow appeared incredibly aged.
He sighed softly, almost imperceptibly, his voice filled with an indescribable sadness:
"This time, Ye is truly dead..."
No matter how much it hurts, if you make a wrong move, you have to sacrifice the piece; you can't just cut off your hand!
The sky over the rivers and lakes is very clear. 222009-08-27 11:01 Maple leaves are dyed in color, reeds are as white as snow, and osmanthus blossoms are fragrant.
It is already autumn, yet the weather in Jiangnan remains gentle and mild. Suzhou, with its small bridges and flowing water, is as tranquil and elegant as ever, like a charming woman who has stepped out of a Song Dynasty poem.
This place is less than three miles from the north gate of Suzhou. On the pipeline, people from north and south come and go in a bustling manner, which is full of prosperity.
A young girl in tattered clothes seemed to have walked a long way; her toes were already showing through her shoes.
Her face was covered in dust, making it impossible to recognize her. Her long hair was combed into a messy bun, with a few chicken feathers and grass clippings stuck to it. Her clothes were stained with oil and looked extremely disheveled. The only thing worth noting in the entire province was her pair of round, dark eyes.
Beside her stood a handsome young man with a face like jade. He was tall and slender, wearing a light yellow square robe, a belt around his waist, and exquisite clothing. He was as beautiful as a painting, and his deep eyes were filled with the gentle beauty of spring.
It was still quite hot, and beads of sweat were already on the girl's forehead. She looked at the city gate ahead, wiped the sweat from her brow, and said happily, "Brother Liuyue, Huahua, that's probably Suzhou City up ahead!"
The young master's smile remained gentle, not even the curve of his lips changed. The one who answered the girl's question was a large, fat pig, its glossy fur speckled with black spots. The pig rubbed its round body against the girl's legs, flicked its tail from side to side, then curled it into a circle and grunted twice, as if replying: "Yes, yes!"
The girl patted her belly and said, "Then let's go into the city!" She then walked towards the city gate.
The young man in yellow followed closely behind her like a shadow, while the large pig came in third.
Suzhou must have been celebrating something joyous today, for everywhere, from the narrow cobblestone alleys to the main streets, people were bustling about. The main street in the city center was especially crowded, with people of all ages standing on both sides, laughing and chatting – a truly lively scene.
Seeing this scene, the girl was puzzled but also excited—there was going to be a show! In her memory, only when she wandered to Anning Prefecture last year, she happened to come across the Ghost Festival on the fifteenth of the seventh month, and there was such a grand spectacle.
I remember that day, during the day the whole city was filled with Taoist priests playing music, chanting sutras and kneeling in worship. At night there were fireworks, burning of the ritual boat and the spirit house, and release of river lanterns. Many rich people also distributed porridge and steamed buns. She even rushed over and grabbed two bowls of porridge and several big steamed buns!
When you're scrambling for steamed buns, you can't queue; you have to cut in line, otherwise you might not get any.