From Chief to Ball

Either the elites in some cultural circles have comprehensively reflected and reversed the thinking of ethnic groups, combined with the hidden rules behind the caterpillars and the heavenly world outside the glass mirror, the three views have been destroyed and the beliefs have collapsed.I even think that everything I believe in is dirty and ugly, so I fall behind. Together with the shattering of the theocracy, monarchy, traditional values, and traditional religious beliefs that are tied together, it will be too much to correct. There is no new continent to transfer internal conflicts as a vent. A hundred years later, blood will flow into rivers, heads will roll, and no one will dare to pick up the crown and scepter. No one dares to pick it up—to be more weird, an All-European Union of Socialist Republics will angrily denounce this side as imperialism in 200 years. The Last Bastion is also unknown.

These are ridiculous and remote coincidences, but for the group he belongs to, they are actually facing some dangers, and Chen Jian is inevitably a little worried.

The ultimate concern of this group is that people live to realize their self-worth, and people are the foundation of the world, the foundation of history, and the foundation of reality—Chen Jian is very worried about whether he can withstand another religion, heaven and hell, and salvation from the other side. Ultimate concern—especially after the story behind cabbage worms is accepted by this group, after all, there is still a lack of a set of systematic philosophies to resist those ultimate concerns that sound more mysterious.

He doesn't have this ability, he can only wait until his thoughts are connected by sailboats to burst out more beautiful sparks.

Perhaps... What I think about at this time should be the scene a few days later and the people who watched it together.

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On the morning of the ninth day of August, the sun still climbed up from the sea on time.

The light red sunlight shines through Lin Xi's open window, coating the simple furniture in the house with a layer of glaze, and casts a shallow, lonely shadow full of youthful joy on the bookcase at the side.

After Lin Xi washed her face and rinsed her mouth with a bristle toothbrush, her hair was still wet and not completely dry, and was wrapped in a large towel, revealing her shiny black hair.

She tilted her head, rubbed her wet hair with a towel with both hands, looked at the sun outside, and said to herself that it was still early.

The time quietly waiting for the hair to dry was spent in front of the bronze mirror, wearing only a skirt, the slightly cool wind blowing in from the window in the autumn morning, the immature skin exposed outside stood up a little afraid of the cold , maybe there are other places, just blocked by clothes.

Through the window, you can see the flowers in the courtyard. The pale yellow and complicated petals can't help stretching out their bodies, shaking slightly, waiting for a bee to fly by.

There was an unknown dog barking in the distance, which could not be heard clearly in the distance, but it did not stop. It took a while before there was any movement, which probably alarmed the owner.

For some reason, the barking of the dog reminded Lin Xi of a little poem that she didn't understand when she was a child. Because she didn't understand, she forgot after reading it, but today she suddenly remembered it.

It was a very ancient little poem from the beginning of the founding of the Xia Kingdom.

In the wild, there is dead fructus, which is covered with coriander.There is a girl Huaichun, who is lured by Jishi.There are puckerel trees in the forest, and dead deer in the wild.The white grass is pure, and there are women like jade.So easy!I feel embarrassed!No matter what!

As a child, she thought, why worry about being overheard by a dog when undressing?

Now, she understands that undressing is not necessarily for changing clothes.

Of course, at this time, I only wear clothes to change clothes, so I don’t have to be afraid of dogs barking far away.Thinking of the strange, charming, unclear but faintly shy dream I had a few days ago in my heart, I shook my head, smiled at the mirror, and found that my face was slightly red.

"It must be from the sun."

She told herself so.

But I thought in my heart, if I close the window, the sun will not shine in, so I can know whether it is really the sun.

So instead of closing the window, he pointed his cheek at the sun to make sure it was so.

When the hair dried and fell down again, Lin Xi stared at the two hair ties on the table for tying her hair into a bun, and suddenly felt that the originally beautiful hair ties were a little childish.

So stepping on clogs, he ran to the small cabinet not far away, his heart was pounding, he hesitated for a moment, and took out a wooden box.

Inside is a hairpin left by my mother, silver, and the shape is also very simple and simple like a hairpin sword.

This hairpin was supposed to be untied by my mother when I was 16 years old, and I wore it when I was [-] years old.

The simple silver hairpin matches Lin Xi's black hair very well. Lin Xi thinks it is at least better than two buns.

When she was a child, her mother told her that if you wear a hairpin, you will grow up.

At that time, she thought, don't you know when you grow up?

Now, she thought, it turned out that she wanted to let others know that she had grown up.

But what does growing up look like in the eyes of others?She didn't know, she just vaguely remembered the hair accessories of the women outside, but how could she be tied up?

He stomped back to the bronze mirror, holding the cold hairpin in his mouth, facing the mirror, twirling his usually simple-looking hair with both hands, but it was hard to get them together obediently.

The shadow of Qingsi on the opposite side of the mirror was at the west of the room at first, until the shadow moved to the north of the room, the Qingsi was finally tied up, her lips were a little white because of the hairpin in her mouth, and her neck was full of sweat.

Looking at the colorful rope on his wrist, he nodded to himself, as if he had made a decision, he took the hairpin and pinned it in his hair.

A few messy threads stuck to the sweaty forehead, itching, thinking that tomorrow will be much faster, at least it won't take so long.

This is the first time that she has pulled up such a hair accessory, and seeing herself a little weird in the bronze mirror, she realized that she was only wearing obscene clothes, and hurriedly dug out her clothes.

Soon, a few pieces of clothes were piled up on the small bed in the house. The clothes that were originally beautiful were abandoned by her at the head of the bed.

Some women use another way—such as putting some tight tampons on their breasts—to tell others that they have grown up, but Lin Xi does not, and no one tells her.

So she just felt that she shouldn't wear clothes like this when she grows up, but she didn't know why she didn't look like that.

In the end, I chose a light green skirt and put it on the body, revealing a little delicate collarbone...

This is what she did all morning. What she usually could finish in a quarter of an hour actually took the whole morning, but it was still faster than she thought.

So after finishing these few simplest things, I didn't know what to do, so I just waited quietly.

Originally, this kind of weather was most suitable for holding a book and reading it carefully in the house, but at this time, I couldn't read it, and I was always thinking wildly.

It wasn't until the familiar voice sounded again that she realized that she couldn't remember what she wrote in the book just now.

After looking at the bronze mirror for the last time, he ran out in a hurry, and saw that the other party was smiling at her with his white teeth, as if he looked at her hairpin, but he didn't say anything, but let her go up beside him A horse, sitting sideways on its back, moved forward slowly.

Just as she thought, there were talking and laughing along the way, but it was not the kind of talking and laughing she thought, but she was really talking and laughing from the bottom of her heart.

After eating in the city, the number of people on the street gradually increased, and many people walked towards the theater, discussing today's new play.It is said that this is Sun Zhan's new play, and people can't help but be amazed that Mr. Yi still wrote another scene so quickly, full of admiration and anticipation.

At the entrance of the theater, Chen Jian was quite proud and said to Lin Xi: "These are all for that scene."

Then, he whispered in Lin Xi's ear: "Actually, they are all here to see the story of us selling flowers."

Chapter 26 Unrecognizable

In the theater.

Time and space intertwine with the slowly opening curtain.

The bright firelight flickered on the stage, and the voices of the audience in the theater gradually dimmed, quietly waiting for the beginning of this strange-sounding drama.

A few people dressed in the gorgeous costumes of the nobles of the old era sat together on the stage. A simple sentence of brothers fighting and bleeding, brought the audience back to the era of constant wars more than a hundred years ago, where countless stories emerged. The era in which heroes can only look far away.

When people have lived peacefully in a unified and stable life for a long time, they will always miss such troubled times. After all, they have not experienced bloodshed, but they only remember the endless heroic stories in the history books. This is the era that dramatists like most.

But soon, a person on the stage looked at the map depressedly and asked: "Huaxia? Where is she? I can't find her on the map! There is no city, no village, or even a place where we can Firmly point out that this is China."

"At the foot, this is the State of Zhao; by the sea, that is the State of Qi; in Xiyuan, that is the State of Wei... Where is Huaxia? Why is there bloodshed between brothers? Why are hundreds of people dying?"

To put it simply, torturing these viewers who traveled through time and space finally reminded them of that era not only of heroes, but also of countless blood and wars for the self-interest of the Hubers.