The Blood Hourglass

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When I woke up, the sky was still slightly bright, and the sounds of birds and laughter outside the window kept coming, urging me to get up. It was a happy morning. I put on a cloak, stood in front of the window, opened the curtains, opened the window, and the large swaths of red came into my eyes. Not far away, the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore was swaying in the wind, drawing layers of waves, and flew up. Hongxia, and the blood-colored rose under the nearby window climbed up the edge of the window. The bright flowers are within reach, and with the breeze, the fragrance floats all over the house from time to time. This kind of scene can no longer be described with a beautiful word, and at this time, there is only one word in my heart, and that is happiness.

Although happiness has been there, but nearly a thousand years have passed, that feeling has long been like the aftertaste of the morning and evening, and it is also tasteless. And the sense of happiness at this time, deeply melted into the heart, melted into the blood, little by little, dripped continuously, and finally penetrated into the depths of the soul.

A big white bed, a small single sofa, a closet embedded in the wall, and no decorations on the wall. This is the room I currently have. It is extremely simple. No matter in the eyes of anyone, it does not reflect a trace of nobility, a point of gorgeousness, but it is very warm, is this what I want? I asked myself deep in my heart, but didn't get any answer, only two words, one word-happiness.

After the observation, I turned around and pushed open the door, and went downstairs. The hall downstairs was empty and very quiet.

"Miss, did you get up so early?" Mother Xiaohui's voice came from somewhere. That kind of sound is so pleasing to the ear, a syllable will bring a warm feeling to my soul, so for me, even the most respected hymn of the gods is not comparable.

"Well, I can't sleep, just get up." I replied lightly. But no matter how sensitive I want to feel, it is impossible for a person to hear any real feelings in my heart from my expression and voice.

"How is the foot, is it still hurting?" She continued his voice.

"Foot?" I was taken aback for a moment, and it took two seconds to think clearly, so I replied, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all."

"That's good, you can go for a walk now, and ask you to have breakfast later." She kindly asked.

"Okay, then I'll go for a walk outside." I promised to walk out of the hall quietly. In my heart, I continued to enjoy the infinite happiness that her few words gave me. Maybe others would be surprised how I would be satisfied so easily. That’s because they didn’t know. When I was alone, I was cold and hungry, but I never heard a word of concern. When I fell down on the hillside, covered in wounds, bloody, and painful, no one asked me how I was, whether it hurts or not. And now even if my foot is slightly scratched, someone will hold me in the car, and someone will ask me if it hurts. Is this kind of care not enough to make me feel satisfied, happy, and happy?

Compared with the view from the small window, the outside scenery is still the sea of ​​flowers and the roses, but it has another beauty.

Walking slowly along the path in front of the door, letting the breeze blow, letting the flower rain come, this kind of comfort that melts into nature, I think even the high gods do not have the opportunity to feel. Thinking of this, I felt boundless happiness in my heart. I walked forward step by step, my soulless eyes never looked at anything around me.

As I walked, I couldn't help but come to the seaside of Huahua on the other side. The flowers are not as vibrant as the previous day, some of them withered, but some of them left the flower branches and went with the wind before the natural fate came. I just don't know which result is better, but maybe flowers are like people, wanting different endings, just hoping they get what they want. Suddenly I discovered that one thing I have always ignored is that sinmo planted these flowers in order to remember how long he had lived. In fact, it didn't make much sense at all. Because even if he has one flower per year, he will grow more than one flower in the coming year, so there will be this vast sea of ​​flowers, so he will never be able to remember his age through these flowers. But I think he, the client, should have discovered this fact a long time ago. As for why he continues to plant, maybe it's just a kind of self-comfort.

"You got up so early, it seems you really can't adapt to the identity of this young lady now!" Suddenly a nasty voice behind me interrupted my contemplation.

"Why? By default?" Seeing that I was silent, he continued.

"Then why don't you lie in bed and be your eldest young master?" I know very well that even if I don't say anything, he will continue to entangle him, so it's better to fight back as soon as possible.

"I think too! But who made our annoying tutor stipulate one painting a day!" He began to complain, "Say, if you give it to him within ten days before the beginning of school, you can't be less. If If one is missing, then let us draw ten pictures a day after school starts. Even if I can bear it, where can I find suitable scenery!"

"Have you complained enough?" I asked impatiently. The bad preconceived impression is so deep-rooted, it seems that it is impossible for me to live peacefully with him.

"The girl is a little patient, OK!" he accused.

"Why should I be patient with you!" I replied dismissively.

"In any case, I am also your brother, so you can't respect it a little when you speak." He demanded with a smile. It seems that for our quarrel, he really enjoyed it and enjoyed it very much, but he didn't know that this **** knew what cola was available.

"Have I admitted that you are my brother?" I asked coldly. Looking at the smile on my face made me even more ignorant, but besides using words to fight back, I really can't do anything with him, I can't really eat him! That's against my own principles. Besides, because of his unwillingness to settle down, he always looks unwilling to be a human being. It's not worth it.

"Don't girls always like to have a handsome, talented, and loving brother? What are your dissatisfaction with having a brother like me who fully meets the requirements?" He continued.

"No, I have found my own brother. As for letting you be my elder brother, I can't stand it." I replied confidently. I couldn't say that last time, but it's completely different now. Thinking back to the feeling that my brother held me that night, it made me speechless, as if my whole heart was warmed up, the ice in my heart and the snow in my heart were shining by the brilliant sun and slowly melting, Every drop of water melted is hot, and gradually flows to the entire body, rejuvenating the emotions that have been frozen for many years. This kind of strange feeling that has never happened before, is that the feeling of brother? But I have never gotten it on this nasty playboy. He dare to say that he is the brother who loves me.

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