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I woke up slowly, and there was no familiar bird cry in the mountains outside the house.

Opening your eyes, the forest was still shrouded in a turbid darkness, and sparse stars dotted on the mountain line, hazy and extremely distant.

It's not dawn yet.

Ye Xinxia closed her eyes again.

But unlike in the past, she did not fall asleep deeply, but her thinking was particularly clear, as if she could draw a subtle picture in her mind, so small that she could see the textures on those pillars clearly...

Basins after pots showed white flames, red figures, and a man in a long white robe, with his hair disheveled, revealing a bit of majesty!

Sitting in the middle of all the white braziers, there was a woman talking to the man in a white robe. She didn't know what she said in detail but couldn't hear clearly. She only knew that everyone knelt down in the end and cheered, as if the era of theirs was coming!

Ye Xinxia opened her eyes suddenly again.

As the sky was getting dark, the familiar sound of birds came to my ears, the leaves were blue, and the clouds and mountains were red.

Have you dreamed??

It was this dream again. Ye Xinxia couldn't tell whether it was the scene that once appeared in front of him or the scene he had conceived by random thoughts.

Pick up the pen.

Ye Xinxia took advantage of the scenes in the dream that did not completely fade from her mind, and she quickly drew some graphics.

"Fenai, help me find out if these figures represent anything." Ye Xinxia rolled up the paper he had drawn and handed it to Fenai.

"Okay, before you start your work today, let's drink this special cup of Shenyin Mountain flower tea first." Fenai said.

"I've had a good sleep lately." Xinxia naturally knew the special effects of this Shenyin Mountain Flower Tea.

"Really, that's fine. Last night you were still facing the other side of the sea. I thought you were not sleeping soundly." Fenai said.

Ye Xinxia glanced at the mountain and then at the sea.

These are two different orientations. The bedroom is very long and the position of the bed almost extends outside the base of the mountain.

The Parthenon has always been like this, with extreme luxury.

Fenai's words made Ye Xinxia fall into deep thought.

The bed is very big, but Xinxia usually only sleeps in the circle of her own. Because of the inconvenience of legs, she rarely has the habit of turning over when she sleeps since she is a child.

"I woke up recently and saw all the mountains." Ye Xinxia suddenly said to herself.

"Haha, it seems that you are not honest in sleeping. I always sleep from one end of my bed to the other end. But your Highness, you are also amazing. You have to turn over such a big bed to reach this end." Fenai mocked Ye Xinxia's sleep.

After hesitating for a while, Ye Xinxia still picked up the warm Shenyin Mountain Flower Tea and took a sip.

Maybe I have had a sleep problem recently.

"Your Highness, your white skirt and black robe are ready. Do you want to take a look?" Fenai asked.

"No."

"I really look forward to the appearance of you wearing a white dress. It must be very beautiful. The temperament you exudes is like the innate owner of a white dress, just like the goddess we respected in Greece, and is a symbol of wisdom and peace." Fenai said.

White skirt.

This has almost become a special name for goddesses in Greece.

In Greece, almost no one wears a white long dress, as if it has become a kind of respect.

On the Fen Flower Festival, all the parthenon staff will wear black robes and black skirts, and only the last elected goddess will wear a holy white skirt, attracting great attention!

The Parthenon culture is soaked in the lives of Greeks, especially the Athenian cities.

On previous election days, all citizens, including those tourists who came here deliberately, would wear black that blends into the whole atmosphere. You can imagine that picture, the city's olive branches and jasmine flowers, the spectacular and gorgeous black crowd, and the elegant and dignified woman in a white long dress, step by step, climbing to the altar of goddesses.

That peerless and independent white figure is the crown of glory far beyond all glory, and it is also a perfect symbol that inspires countless nations in a country!!

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With the arrival of Election Day, the flowers in Athens have already been covered with flowers.

A city is like a perfect garden, and the edges and corners of those tall buildings seem to be smoothed by these beautiful branches and behind-the-scenes. Although they are walking in a modern city, they seem to have traveled to an ancient mythical country with flowers as walls and petals as streets.

Black robe and black skirt gradually appear in people's sight. Black is actually a very broad definition. What's more, Mediterranean clothing is ever-changing, and even black has various differences. The shiny and smooth leather jacket colors and the dark and bright black stripes are the moments when everyone shows their unique side.

As for the styles, there are many different types.

Black robe and black skirt are just a general term, and only the Parthenon staff will strictly abide by the clothing regulations of robe and skirts. It doesn’t matter if the citizens and tourists have basically no problem with the color.

Of course, there are also some young people who want to show off their personality in the opposite direction. They wear whatever colors they like.

But most of these people will be involuntarily "excluded" from the election scene by black crowds and believers. Today's black robes and black skirts are a culture and custom that people consciously develop. There are no legal provisions and no explicit prohibitions. If you don't like it, you don't need to join in the fun and do what you should do.

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"When I talked about that day, did I insist on not choosing black?" Walking on the city road in Athens, a tourist suddenly asked about the tour guide.

"This is your own choice, but I have to remind you that there are many crazy elements in Athens. They will bring black spray or even black pigments. Anyone who appears on the main street does not wear black, there is a high probability that they will be forced to spray black." The tour guide said to the tourist in a low voice.

"Ah?? Are those crazy guys having brain problems?"

"Many of them have brain problems and do this even if they are detained."

"Okay, then I'd better wear black honestly."

"When I say that, how come so many flowers come from? I feel like the city is about to be covered with. Did it be transported from various Greek states?"

"It should be true that flowers are the most indispensable ones. How can they be called Fen Flower Festival?"

There are more flowers, and that special fragrance is completely immersed in those buildings. Each street sign and a street light hangs at least three flower chains, not to mention the laurels originally planted in the city.

These cinnamon branches seemed to be magically erected, stretching out extremely luxuriantly, covering up the steel and concrete. They wandered on the streets, but seemed to accidentally break into a dream like a Greek mythological garden...
Chapter completed!