The Blood Hourglass

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I opened my eyes slightly and saw the luxurious crystal ceiling chandelier, the marble walls, and the mahogany bed covered with soft silk sheets on which I was lying, but from the perspective of the layout, this No matter how you look at it, it's just a guest room, but why is a guest room so luxurious? This can only show one thing, that is, the owner of this house must have a lot of money. To be honest, since I can remember, I have not had too much demand for money, too deep thoughts, maybe money is just what ordinary people want!

But this is not my home?

Where is this then?

I was sober from the problem of money, and suddenly discovered this big problem. I sat up slowly, and carefully observed the facilities in the room again. Apart from the fact that the curtains were not drawn, I didn’t find too many secrets. On the contrary, I was attracted by the bright red outside the window. .

I got out of bed and put on my white cloak placed on the corner of the bed. I walked to the window with my feet out, opened the window, and what I saw before my eyes was a large flower field with leafless flowers. The breeze keeps escaping, and there is a slight rustle when they pass by each other. Such a beautiful sound, I think it is impossible to hear in the best concerts. And looking around, at the end of the sea of ​​flowers is a forest with lush branches and green water waves surging in the wind. In an instant, I was completely conquered by all the beauty, intoxicated, and completely forgot about the problem I just thought about. At this time, I have never hoped that time will be forbidden. If it is a dream, don't wake up, if it is drunk, continue to get drunk.

"Boom, boom, boom!" But the reality is not always what people want. At this moment, the door of the room was knocked.

"Please come in!" I pulled my cloak and turned to face the door. It seemed that the master had come uninvited.

"So you woke up a long time ago, I have never dared to knock on the door, for fear of disturbing your dreams!" The door was pushed open, and Sinmo stood at the door and said.

"I never have any good dreams!" I sighed softly. Dreams are illusions that people abstract from real life. A person who only has happiness can never dream of pain, and vice versa. A person who has only a miserable past can never have good dreams.

"Why do you say that! No one just has nightmares." Sinmo approached me and said softly.

"Do you still think I am a human?" I turned around and continued to look at the sea of ​​flowers. It was still so beautiful.

"As long as your human heart does not change, you will always be a human being!" Sinmo said meaningfully, standing beside me.

"Then, you are not a ghost!" I suddenly felt that he made me feel intimate.

"But maybe too many people are worse than some ghosts!" Sinmo sighed helplessly.

"Then let's be the few people, or the good ghosts!" I curled my neck and let the breeze lift my black hair.

"It may be difficult and painful to do this." It sounds like these hundreds of years have made Sinmo experience too many vicissitudes of life. I didn't answer the call, so the two of us stood quietly, looking at the sea of ​​flowers outside the window and listening to the sound of the waves.

"What kind of flower is this?" I asked after a long time.

"The flower of Huangquan!" Sinmo said foolishly.

"Huangquan flowers? I have always heard that there are flowers in Huangquan. This flower only blooms in Huangquan. It is a beautiful scenery on the road to Huangquan. But I have never seen it before, and I never thought that this kind of flower blooms in your backyard." I heard this There is a feeling of joy in the name of the flower.

"This is just a human fantasy. How can people who have gone to Huangquan tell the people who have this flower, for this name." It seems that Sinmo is a very rational person.

"Then what kind of plant is it?" I am very interested in this plant.

"This flower is also known as Manzhushahua, and some people call it the other bank flower. The flower leaves will never be seen. The flower leaves are gone, and the leaves are gone. It was originally born from the same root, but it will never be seen forever. Sad!" Sinmo's tone was full Pity.

"Do you like this kind of flowers?" I was really puzzled.

"This flower has three colors, red, yellow and white, but I only like this red one, because it is like blood..." Sinmo's face turned pale suddenly.

"Grow so many, just because it is as red as blood?" I don't believe that a person grows an ocean just because he likes a certain plant.

"Because I am afraid that one day, I no longer remember how long I have been alive." Sinmo said lightly, but the sadness in it is so heavy, a person who is afraid that he will forget how long he has lived, Who else will remember, how sad it is for people no one remembers!

"Don't worry, I will remember it for you." I suddenly pityed him.

"In fact, this flower has a legend. Have you heard of it?" Sinmo turned to look at me and smiled.

"What legend?" I asked directly.

"It is said that the different colors of this flower have different scents, and the fragrance of the flower is magical. But not everyone can smell it. If you smell it, the yellow scent will make people regain the power of the previous life, and the white scent will make people smell it. Regain the wisdom of the past life, and the red color will bring the memory of the past life." Sinmo became more and more fascinated as he spoke.

"I don't believe it!" Unlike ordinary little girls, I simply believe in unfounded legends.

"But I believe it." Sinmo said seriously.

"Do you want to know everything about the previous life?" I don't know what the use of the memory of the previous life is. It can neither change the previous life nor the current life.

"Because I often have a very strange dream, the scene of the dream has nothing to do with this life, so I want to know if the memory of the previous life brought this dream." From Sinmo's tone, he was joking. .

"What can I do if I really know it? Nothing will change." I absolutely believe that the memory of the past life cannot change everything in this life even if it is God.

"Maybe I can have enough courage to make a different decision!" Sinmo seems to have some special plans.

"In that case, just believe it! Believing in something is better than not believing in anything." I think I am the one who believes nothing!

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