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Chapter 232 Can I talk to Peony about the past of the archway (230)

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    Ding Erkang, who left the "Fuchun Building", seemed calm, but at the time he was full of grief and indignation.

    He suppressed his agitated mood and walked aimlessly on the streets of Linggao County. He walked faster and further, farther and farther, and even went out of the city to the mountains outside the city.

    The mountain outside the city is called Chuxiu Mountain, because the mountain is covered with a large area of ??peonies, as if all the beauty of the entire county is concentrated there, so it is named Chuxiu Mountain.

    Originally, Lingao County had no history of planting peonies, but since it was not far from Fengfeng, people with good deeds tried to bring Du Dan back and planted them on the mountain.

    The climate in Kaifeng and Linggao can reach more than ten degrees at the lowest. I thought that the peony could not survive the winter in Chuxiu Mountain, but who would have thought that it could tenaciously survive the cold winter in Linggao County, and bloom beautifully in spring and summer?  Beautiful flowers come.

    After blooming, it attracted a large number of flower-appreciating people, and even some people planted peonies on Chuxiu Mountain. From one or two peonies at the beginning, it developed into a large area, and now it has proudly occupied the entire mountain depression.

    When the peonies bloom, the peonies all over the mountain are colorful and magnificent.  The chrysanthemums of Ding Erkang and the peonies of Chuxiu Mountain have become two flower viewing spots in Linggao County, one in the east and the other in the west, and attract a large number of flower viewers every time the flowers are in full bloom.

    The difference between the two is that Chu Xiushan, the flower appreciator, can appreciate it at will, and no one is in control.  Ding Erkang's chrysanthemum garden is a private property, and he regards chrysanthemums as a precious thing. It is difficult for ordinary people to enter the garden to see them. They can only find a high place to look into Ding Erkang's yard and enjoy the chrysanthemums gracefully.  But just like this, the less you can get, the more precious it is. Ding Erkang's chrysanthemum garden has not only become a sacred place in the mouth of Linggao people, but also a "secret place", and its status is already above Chuxiu Mountain.

    Ding Erkang only loves chrysanthemums and dislikes peonies, and rarely comes to Chuxiu Mountain. Now he comes here with agitated mood and no direction.

    It's winter now, the peony has only branches and forks left, and when there is no scenic spot, the fresh clothes and angry horses are like a few dry firewood growing in the ground.

    Ding Erkang strolled along the peony bushes, his mind was full of Du Heng's various laughters, a maniacal laugh for a while, a sneer for a while, and a hypocritical laugh for a while.

    Du Heng's laughter kept lingering in Ding Erkang's ears like a magic circle, making it impossible for him to shake off the laughter.

    Suddenly a dead flower branch caught Ding Erkang's hand, and Ding Erkang pulled his hand hard, and the dead flower branch pulled a deep gash.

    Ding Erkang didn't feel any pain. He stared blankly at the blood slowly oozing out, from the size of rice grains to the size of soybeans, and then dripped down his fingers to the ground, forming a blood-like flower.

    He continued to look at his fingers, letting the blood keep gushing out from the wound, forming more bloody flowers on the ground.

    After a long time, the blood began to slowly coagulate and stop dripping.

    Ding Erkang did not treat the wound in any way, as if someone else was injured.

    There was a tall elm tree in the distance, and Ding Erkang walked over it.  He stroked the cracked bark of the elm tree with his hands. Ding Erkang felt the intense pain caused by the friction between the bark and his hands.

    Originally, pain can also bring people a kind of pleasure, that kind of feeling that makes people awake, clear and clear.  Ding Erkang has been numb for a long time, and he thought he would no longer be in pain.

    When the real pain came, he had a kind of pleasure instead, a kind of pleasure that he was still alive and knew the pain.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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