nucmednet Chapter 429 Chapter 427 "The Tower of the Pearl."
Chapter 429 Chapter 427 "The Tower of the Pearl."
Chapter 429 Chapter 420 "The Tower of the Pearl."
【2023年12月31日，20:00】
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In the night sky of festivals, the most indispensable thing is the beautiful fireworks.
Everyone went out in old clothes, in groups of twos and threes, wearing bathrobes, clogs, holding steaming takoyaki in paper bowls, stepping on slightly damp bluestone bricks and mossy stone steps.
The bustling festival server was full of such people at this time.
In front of a stall selling takoyaki, a woman wearing a blood mask stood.
A bright red knot was wrapped around her jet-black hair, and a knot was tied at the back of her head, revealing a pair of dark eyes like obsidian, dark, quiet, and steady.
Wearing a kimono embroidered with cherry blossoms, she silently took the takoyaki from the enthusiastic owner.
The slightly cold wind blows through her dark hair, like wicker swaying in spring, she lowers her head slightly, and the bamboo stick is tied down, a hot takoyaki overflows with delicious juice.
Stepping on wooden clogs, she swung past the crowd looking for a view of the fireworks, rejected several men who approached her, and came to a deserted hillside.
After carefully wiping the flat stones with a white cloth, she sat down, facing the slowly flowing stream.
She reaches out.
Poking the bamboo stick of takoyaki, pinching it between her two fingers, with a small force on her wrist, the round takoyaki fell down and fell into the flowing stream, and soon drifted farther and farther.
She watched the takoyaki go away.
She folded the paper bowl with both hands, and the red string in her hair was hanging by her ears.
Through the pine needles and bamboo forest, she seemed to be able to see the bright smile of the girl who always chased and called her sister.
The United Mission told her that Mizushima Kawaharu had only accepted the task of a special identity, and was similar to an observer who could move freely.Sooner or later, the sisters will meet again.
Mizushima Kawasora was willing to believe this statement, but gradually, she began to feel a little worried.
She and Mizushima Chuanharu had a telepathic connection since they were young, but one day during the Baisha Paradise, she suddenly felt that the connection between Nama and her sister disappeared like a thread being torn off suddenly.
She didn't believe that Mizushima Chuanharu would die.Qing is so smart and eccentric, even though she looks like a lunatic, she knows that Qing is a true genius.
A genius and a lunatic are sometimes only one step away.
Qing seems to have endless new ideas, her brain circuit, ordinary people will never be able to keep up.
Mizushima Chuankong didn't believe in which instance she would die in, who was so smart.
Sitting on an unoccupied rock, she looked into the distance and saw the lake at the foot of the mountain.
The area where she is located is a limited event area for the annual celebration. People from many different countries come here to enjoy the celebration, and some people will put lanterns here. That lake is the activity area for the lanterns.At this time, orange-red flower lanterns of different shapes are floating on the clear water, like sparks flowing on the Milky Way.
She watched, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The extremely high spiritual points allowed her to keenly spot the strong among a group of ordinary people. With her eyes quickly caught, she found a group of four people wearing masks.
There was a bright silver light in her eyes, and the next moment, the distant scene became clear in her eyes.
The black-haired young man squatted down, pinched the corner of the flickering lotus lantern, and gently pushed it out.
The edges of his figure were softened by the candlelight, as if ancient oil paints were flowing on his body.
The clear water holds up the slightly shaking lanterns, making a slight splashing sound.
Soon, like a drop of water, this lotus lantern merged into the stream formed by the lanterns, gradually connecting with other lanterns.
Amidst the brilliant light and shadow, his figure was softly smudged by the candlelight, as if he had suddenly let go of his defenses.
……That is.
Mizushima Chuanku narrowed her eyes, and different figures kept flashing in her mind. After a while, she compared the figures of the group of four.
Su Mingan, Nuoer, Lu Shu and Lin Yin...
She straightened up immediately and left here.
Although she was reluctant to believe it, she seemed to have a premonition, a spiritual premonition.
The disappearance or even death of my sister is probably related to Su Mingan...
If you can match up in the eighth world,
At that time, she will definitely ask to understand.
As for now, this guy's birthday is today, she won't bother her, she's not such a wink.
The first player, 19th birthday, worldwide birthday celebration...
Compared with the weight contained in this identity, this person is really shockingly young.
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Nuoer took Su Mingan to many places.
The ancient town of Longguo and the torii of Fusang.
A worldwide gathering, the annual Lantern Festival.
Yuguo Art Exhibition Hall, the turning corridor of Gelanguo.
...and a 570-[-]-meter-high architectural virtual scene, the Pearl Tower.
The Pearl Tower at night is like a spotlight lighthouse, which is extraordinarily dazzling in the dark night with light snow. Looking from afar, the extremely high tower like the sky and the earth seems to support the entire dark night sky .
Go up the elevator and you will find the observation deck on the highest floor.Visitors can look out of the window through the entire floor-to-ceiling glass.
They can see the rolling hills below, bright red torii gates, quaint buildings, crowded alleys, and vivid cross streets like blood vessels.
On the tall Pearl Tower, there is a huge light screen hanging.
On the light screen, there is a line of big red characters, the font is like blood, and it is as conspicuous as an aurora in the dark night:
[The first player, Su Mingan, happy birthday——I wish you prosperous martial arts! 】
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This light screen is extremely conspicuous, it lights up after nightfall, and its height is high enough for every night traveler to see.
At this time, most of the interested travelers gathered in this specially opened activity area, and this light board was enough for them all to see.
When he ascended the Tower of Pearl, Su Mingan did not expect that those players who liked him could give him such a surprise.
Even though he still had to wear a mask and sneak a look, he did receive their message.
Standing on the observation deck on the highest floor, blowing the night wind mixed with light snow, he looked at the land full of tourists.
What diffuses in the mountains is the gradually disappearing mist, and the lights of the lanterns are like diamonds dotted in black velvet, shining in the silent night.
In the streets below, ants-like people walked by one by one, the repertoires of the various stages were constantly changing, their performances swayed from scene to scene, and the music was played over and over again.
At this time, what Su Mingan saw was a beautiful scroll made of people.
Next to him, leaning against the railing with him, silent three people.
After a day of high-intensity play, they seemed to fall into an eerie silence when they came to the final attraction.
It seems that just standing here quietly, not going anywhere, not talking, is already very beautiful.
The "click" of the camera kept ringing behind them, and other people were also taking pictures with each other. Here, the happiness and joy between people seem to be able to communicate without hindrance.
The breeze blew the red strings behind their heads, and the masks tilted slightly, revealing their youthful faces. They raised their hands tacitly to straighten the masks.
After noticing the movements that were too synchronized with each other, someone finally couldn't help it and laughed.
His laughter broke the frozen silence, like a stone dropped into a calm lake.
"Su Ming'an." Nuo Er's laughter was very loud, and it came out through the stuffy mask without hindrance, he straightened the golden braids behind his head, and the smile in his tone was warm: "Are you happy today? "
(End of this chapter)