It's a small business.
I've seen many flowers on the Yellow Springs, white and clean, with a smell of rotting, torn and blood dripping, but I prefer to take them off, or the ones that are torn to the edge of a broken petal, whose imperfections give me a special taste for the aggressor.
And fun.
"This flower is a sign of conscience on Yellow Spring Road. Look at this blood, it's diarrhea, it's red, it's broken, it's west floor, it's dead, it's stretching out, you're worth it."
And it's hard to find. There's only one today.
"If you say so, get me one."
And the wind brought forth the fragrance, and I looked upon it, and it came with a sharp wind, and it cut its shoulders, and it was a snake's waist, and it was half-old red.
"Who's the girl?"
"Clean."
"Cyannes?"
"I was the daughter of Master Bao of the capital, and I followed my master as a child, not remembering my original name."
I was just waiting for this little girl to recognize her, and I was like, "A good look, I'm sure your master will love it, and I'll be able to be an aunt in a few days."
"Bullshit! Why are you with the world to defile me?"
I think she's cute, reaching out and handing her the only flower: "I know you, Master Red, and you're the one who made the moon so easy."
The words were uttered, the flowers were held to death, and the fragile flowers were cut off in her hands, just as she was to those who were.
"You know, I don't want to! I don't want to die! I didn't seduce the Jade!"
I know that she is the only one in the House who is not with her, and that she is the cleanest and most defamed.
"I hate it. How can I be a fox, I'm a slut, I'm a bad guy with sweet words? I don't believe it! I'm wrong!"
The flowers were squeezed out of her hands and sewd by her fingers and shed tears were thrown into the ground, like a dazzling sunset.
"It's time to do something, but you've been sarcastic all day, and you know you're the daughter of Jia, why do you fight the master and teach the slave?" I know she doesn't want to hear this, but I mean it.
"What makes you think so? I'm just saying that you don't look at people's things like your master. She doesn't care, but it doesn't matter what I think about people, after all, I'm not an age with her, and it's probably the best choice to keep up with her.
"Jabao, he can't protect you even if he looks up to himself."
"He's young..."
"How dare you fight against the feudal religion with blood and life, because you see him as your friend?"
"……"
"He is a coward compared to you! He's going to be his son, his wife and his concubine, and he's rich, how can he care about a girl?"
"No! I leave something with him around me." She should have thought so. He tore a joke with her, she stayed up to make up for him, he listened to her room, and she died of his slander, because of his destruction.
"You're talking about a "Foo Yong's Daughters" article? It was actually made for the death of Daiyu."
She looked up in a panic, and she said, "Lin's no good."
"Yes, he did. He said that he was not in the same world, and that there was no way he could protect him. Did he resist feudalism? He will only play with you, give you some sweet words and take away the heart of his sister, and when he truly rules his class, he runs faster than anyone." I can see the young girl, who is being brutally humiliated, and the flower in her hand, which is bloodied like her, and the person who has ravaged them is guilty, and who has stood idly by and watched.
My voice got bigger and bigger, and before a while I was surrounded by a bunch of "right-spirited" ghosts, they were watching, but they were angry
"Jabao, you coward!
"Fuck you and your family!"
"Your little bitches are worth more than you!"
"I dreamt that my grandson would scratch his grandmother's grave!"
……
At this point the clearness has left, leaving the ground with the shattered flower and the blood that will dry, and the righteous spirits are marching forward with slogans, and the number of ghosts is growing.
And those who raced on their backs to the Yellow Springs, and We picked up the flower on the earth, and we stood by it.
Tomorrow or the day after, it will be folded into a flower torn with blood.
I'll wait for you.