Phoenix Against the World

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Chapter 391: Ink of the Ink [5]

When it comes to export, there are some faint regrets. This boy can’t see his eyes. Of course, he has never seen fireworks.

"Fireworks?" he murmured, his tone a little urgent. "What is that?"

"You come over, I will show you." Huang Beiyue called him into the pavilion, "close your eyes."

"Close your eyes, you can't even see it." The teenager said in a panic.

"Listen to me, close." Huang Beiyue's voice softened slightly, glaring at him like a child.

The resistance of the young man gradually disappeared, listening to her words and closing her eyes.

At this time, it was another sound of fireworks, which echoed in the sky for a long time. The brilliant colors of the fireworks reflected the sky, and the stars in the sky lost their brilliance.

The people in the distance cheered and screamed.

Huang Beiyue whispered: "The fireworks have a lot of colors. When the sky is in full bloom, all the colors bloom together. At that moment, it is like all the beautiful things you can imagine, come together."

"Color, can't see." He shook his head slightly, and there was darkness in front of him.

"Yes, you look slowly." Huang Beiyue gently put both hands on his eyes. "Only the color you can see is beautiful, isn't it?"

boom--

In the sky is the sound of fireworks, and the color of the dragonfly is reflected in the pale face of the boy.

He gently raised his hand and murmured: "A lot of colors"

Some colors are probably only visible in my heart.

As the fireworks flashed across the sky, a snow fluttered slowly in the sky, just in the hands of the boy, and he was surprised and asked, "What is it?"

Huang Beiyue glanced and smiled. "It's snowing."

"What color is snow?"

"White."

"Why is there no color?"

Huang Beiyue looked at the sky, dark and high, and a few snowflakes floated from above. In the sky where the fireworks bloomed, it was easy to be forgotten.

"Because the process of falling from the sky is too long, it is so long that even you don't know what color you are, just like you."

The boy silently held the uncolored snow, and the warmth of the palm slowly melted the snow. He said with a bit of desolateness: "It disappeared."

"Yeah, the fireworks have disappeared. The beautiful things are often very short. When the fireworks bloom, or the snowflakes fall on the human world, they all understand that this life is over."

After the North Moon was finished, the handle slowly moved away from his eyes and smiled at him: "You haven't told me, what is your name?"

"Ink" he gently spit out a word, "You?"

He talked really simple enough, Huang Beiyue said: "You can call me month."

After that, Dongling took the good things and came over and shouted: "Miss, should I go back?"

Merlin grabbed her hand and asked anxiously: "Where are you going?"

"I want to go home." Huang Beiyue took a picture of his shoulder. "Ink, this world is much more complicated than you think. It is not for you. Where do you come from, or go back."

She vaguely knows that this boy is not simple, not deeply involved in the world, and extremely powerful. Such a person may be from a huge force that they cannot imagine.

Moline stared at her with a godless eyes. "I want to see you again."

"If you have a chance, you will naturally see it."