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Volume 5: The Flow of Time Chapter 113: Butterfly Burial (Part 2)

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    Time passes quietly with every gathering and dispersion of the sunset, with the setting sun a little bit, and with the constant flow of the Han River.  I don¡¯t know how much time passed, but there was a large abnormal sound, like the wind passing through the bamboo forest, and a quiet sound came from all directions and the horizon.  "Huh?" Chu Liuxian followed the sound, and his expression suddenly changed.  At the source of the sound, he didn't see anything unusual at first glance. He just felt that the sunset on the horizon was more gorgeous, more colorful, and as beautiful as in a dream than in front of him.  The next moment, Chu Liuxian was shocked to realize that the "sunset glow" was approaching rapidly, and the changes were unpredictable between gathering and dispersing.  Sometimes, spread out, the entire sky is dyed with a layer of brilliant colors; sometimes, gathered together, the colors are so rich and bright that it gives people a stunning feeling. It is the most beautiful thing that cannot be solidified on the fabric and can only appear in dreams.  Gorgeous colors.  "Butterfly?" Chu Liuxian woke up from the intoxication of color and asked questions.  He couldn¡¯t believe that there were such beautiful butterflies in the world, coming overwhelmingly, as if they gathered together to present the most gorgeous songs and dances to the world.  "No, this is Mengdie!" Chu Liren suddenly spoke, and the content of his words was to correct Chu Liuxian's statement.  After being startled for a moment, Chu Liuxian understood.  "Mengdie, what a dream butterfly!" He exclaimed, "Sure enough, only 'dream' can describe the beauty of this kind of butterfly." As the crowd of dream butterflies approached overwhelmingly, Chu Liuxian could see it clearly.  A dream butterfly has a slender figure and delicate wings. From its body to its wings, it is full of brilliant colors and complex patterns. It is so beautiful that it makes poets at a loss for words and makes painters unable to put pen to paper and color. They can only paint it in dreams.  There are.  Unexpectedly, after Chu Liuxian finished speaking, Chu Liren and Huang Wushuang shook their heads in unison, as if they did not agree with his statement.  "Wait a minute, these are dream butterflies, so what is a butterfly burial?" This question came to Chu Liuxian's mind, but before he could ask it, a shocking scene suddenly appeared in front of him.  "Papa papa~~~~~" The first wave passed under the Jiuyao ancient ship, and the dream butterfly flying above the Han River circled in the air, showing its most beautiful side, and then flapped its wings quickly and made a rhythmic sound.  The sound rushed towards the Han River. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? whom he made.  "This is" Chu Liuxian felt his hands clenched tightly on the armrests of the Jiuyao ancient ship, with a look of shock on his face.  The delicate butterfly pounced into the gurgling Han River, was swept underwater in a blink of an eye, and floated up again in a blink of an eye. The frozen beauty was laid out on the river surface, rising and falling with the ebb and flow of the tide, and the waves rolling back.  , dancing as if showing off her beautiful figure with utmost ease.  "One wave, two waves, three waves" Waves of dream butterflies are thrown into the Han River, and more dream butterflies are still coming, staying on the Han River, flying, competing with the evening light.  "This is the butterfly burial!" Chu Liren's voice sounded faintly in Chu Liuxian's ears. He couldn't bear to look back and looked at the scene in front of him in trance.  Sometimes the dream butterflies in the sky gather together, like a colorful cloud, telling the world with the ultimate brilliance that colorful clouds are easy to disperse and glass is fragile; sometimes, they disperse from each other, flapping their wings violently, dancing fiercely across the sky  , as if to burn out the last strength and leave a little beauty to the world. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The "colorful clouds" in the sky are constantly decreasing, and the "petals" in the Han River are constantly increasing. The Han River is full of sadness and beauty.  "Why do they want to" When Chu Liuxian said the words, he realized that his voice was a little dry. The previous scene was too poignant and shocking.  "Dream butterflies are unique to the Han River. They are born in spring and die in summer. They are not seen in autumn and winter." "They are the most beautiful butterflies in the world, and they have a pitifully short lifespan. As the saying goes, the sky is jealous of beauty, the colorful clouds are easy to disperse, and the glass is easy to disperse.  Broken, beautiful things will never last. " "Whenever summer comes to an end and autumn is coming, dream butterflies seem to know that they are going to die, so they will burn themselves and bury them in the Han River in the most beautiful way." "  Only in this way will they be remembered and their beauty will follow the Han River to other placesshow out.  "Chu Liren spoke in a very sad tone. Chu Liuxian didn't know if when he mentioned this, he thought of the beauty who was still in Xianyuan Town, and whether he was feeling the beautiful and eternal memory that is easy to disperse. "Spring is born.  Summer dies, autumn and winter disappear.  " Chu Liuxian was silent for a while, then sighed, "It's so poignant and beautiful!  "The butterfly funeral gradually came to an end. As the bright moon rose in the east and the Hanjiang River sent the setting sun to the west, the splendor of the river reached its peak at the moment when the sun and the moon shone together, and then slowly fell silent. The beauty of Mengdie's life, the most beautiful is here  For a moment, Yijiang's intoxication burned out. Chu Liuxian held Langan and leaned down involuntarily, wanting to see more clearly the beauty that was about to disappear in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, there was a faint singing voice from below.  The erratic singing came from the bank of the Han River, and the gentleness of my daughter's voice complemented the poignancy of the butterfly burial. Listening to it made people's hearts suddenly become ethereal, as if they could stay at this moment forever, or stay somewhere in their memory.  Beautiful moments that fade away easily "In the gurgling Han River, why do dream butterflies always fly away and disappear? The most fleeting moments are the most beautiful moments In a long life, why does happiness always fade away as soon as it appears?  The most urgent thing is the most beautiful time" The singing is heard, repeated over and over again, sighing three times in one song, how many sad things, how many beautiful dreams, all in the Han River passing by the west, all in the lingering lyrics. "  It was blurry at first, then clearly audible, and the Nine-Yao Ancient Ship kept landing. When Chu Liuxian came to his senses, he realized that the Nine-Yao Ancient Ship had landed less than ten feet away from the ground. He returned.  Looking over his shoulder, he discovered that Shuang'er and Uncle Qin had both come out of the cabin at some point and were standing behind him. Shuang'er's eyes were red and sparkling, as if she was pregnant with a series of pearls. She was afraid that she didn't even know it.  Whether he was crying for Mengdie's life or sad for that sad song, Uncle Qin's face twitched, as if he was recalling that at a certain stage in his life, he also had the most beautiful time, waiting for him.  Catch it, and it¡¯s gone in a flash. ¡°Follow me.  " Huang Wushuang took one step out of the Jiuyao ancient ship and spoke indifferently. Chu Liuxian vaguely heard a bit of tremor in her voice, and suspected that it was a servant. He and Chu Liren looked at each other, and with Shuang'er, Qin  Uncle, leave the Jiuyao ancient ship and follow Huang Wushuang to fly towards the Han River (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature for better and faster updates!)
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