[Chanju Qiufeng] Chapter 089 Frost hangs on the branches, the snow falls late and the sky is cold [Frost Fourth]
The silence of plants and leaves are withered and yellow,
The autumn water is rustling and the fallen leaves are busy.
The young man travels to the state and is crazy,
Old friends and old places change to new clothes.
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------China Shenzhou?Beijing-----
The wind beside me rolled up the fallen leaves around me, and a "scroll" sound echoed around the empty space. I stepped on the ground and walked forward in the sunshine, and heard a chic voice.
He was wearing light clothes, as if he didn't feel cold, and he hurriedly walked on the street. Maybe it was because of this rapid walking that he didn't feel cold, or maybe it was because of his passion that made them not afraid of the cold.
The fallen leaves are busy searching for their roots, while the group of young men are busy walking among the earth to find the roots of culture.
Seeing that they looked familiar, Meng Jiuzhou hurriedly pulled Frost and stopped. Sure enough, it was the group of teenagers who met Jiuzhou in West Lake and at the Beijing School.
Seeing that they were in a hurry, I thought it was important, but Jiuzhou didn't want to disturb him, but had to be curious. She knew that these teenagers were now in college, and she knew that she envied the teenagers for being careless, so she was full of curiosity about what they were doing now.
Just like the character shown by Frost Grimage two days ago, Frost Grimage, the young men from Jiuzhou, felt that they had met their confidants, so they became curious.
Mobilizing the power of immortality, a gust of wind rose up from the ground, rolling three or two dead leaves into the sky, and talking about their experiences to Frost.
"Sister Shuangjiang, it's not good for us to do this..." Although Jiuzhou was curious, he always felt that eavesdropping was not a good thing.
Shuangjian was stunned and gently bit his lower lip, "Well... it's true."
"If we want to know, we should chase after you and ask directly." As we said, we looked at the group of teenagers who were already rushing towards the distance towards Qiumo Canyang, who was rising higher and higher. "But now they have gone far away, do you want to know if you want to..."
Xiao Jiuzhou opened his eyes wide and blinked seriously, very confused: his parents said it was very impolite to eavesdrop on others' words, but he really wanted to know and really wanted to...
Looking at Jiuzhou's entangled little look, Shuangjian couldn't help laughing and was unwilling to let Jiuzhou continue to entangle. She knew that Jiuzhou would not say anything if she wanted to know it in the end. She was such a good girl, Shuangjian thought.
"Forget it, it's not a big deal. What they do is actually no different from your mission." Frost River spoke, "We have also felt that the power of immortality has declined in recent years. I think China's Shenzhou is also experiencing the path of development towards the Yanhuang land now."
"It's a pity that they are pursuing the roots of culture. Otherwise, in more than ten years, we, who are in China, will fall into a deep sleep with exhausted immortal power."
Shuangjian said his thoughts, and Jiuzhou listened carefully, but it turned out that the big brothers whom he admired were doing what they wanted to do in the future!
Jiuzhou regretted it a little, why didn’t he catch up and ask them the previous question just now. He missed this fate in vain.
Thinking of this, Jiuzhou hummed, pouted his mouth slightly, and a little disappointment and helplessness disappeared in his eyebrows.
The clouds rise, and the frost falls to pull Jiuzhou away. The yellow leaves on the ground are haggard and dry, and no one passes by. The fallen leaves lie quietly on the ground, and the air is frozen, as if there are only two words left between the heaven and earth: "Silence"...
No one knows that in this quiet autumn, in the distance - the group of teenagers wrote, painted, photographed with cameras, followed with footsteps, and carved with a heart are the cultural roots of China's thousands of years of Chinese history.
Chapter completed!