Age of Collapse

After the dinner, the ink bones directly shut themselves in the office, no one knows.

Novena and his party are in accordance with the plan, staying here in Lin'an for a day, most of the people who have left the exercise group have already set off for the arranged high-class hotel, but Novena himself took one or two entourages and has not left the military region.

Nowina was sitting on a guardrail at this time. The long red hair was accompanied by the evening wind, like the warm flame burning under the night. The eyes narrowed up and looked at the top of the military and political building, the black lighted room.

"Hell, this is too cold." The autumn night is chilly, and the biosphere technology of the city of Reunion is not as developed as the federal government. The temperature control ability is not outstanding, and a follower freezes his arm. Said to Novena, "Brigadier, time is not early, you should go back to the hotel to rest."

Novena was still staring into the distance, shaking her head and saying, "I don't want to sleep, my heart is not practical."

After a while, I was flattering. "You have a lot of hard work and you have won countless times. The commander-in-chief will be proud of you!"

"No, it's a bit too smooth." Novena's gaze sagged slightly, and if she meditated, "this trip is intended to help my father solve the problem of Lin'an. Going to Beijing is my own opinion, and cold. The two agreements that I talked about were purely unexpected, and I didn’t even think about it myself."

Follow the thumbs up "This confirms that you are a great person, even the Eagle will not be your opponent."

"Province province, the eagle will still be a captain, when the people who beat the most elite soldiers in the Federation are crying and crying, you and I are still in junior high school." Novena took a look at the entourage, seriously said, "Be sure to respect the enemy. Every enemy has a place worth learning."

The owe to the owe "understood."

Novena no longer talked about business, but looked up and began to look at the stars. In a short time, the slight footsteps in the distance attracted her attention and turned her eyes.

At this moment, Novena held her breath unconsciously.

It was a beautiful picture. The girl in black stood under the dim light of the street, and stretched out the slender and delicate fingers. On the almost clear skin, she stopped a Linan-specific blue butterfly. She gently The black yarn wrapped around the eyes was set aside, and the blue ochre was shimmering in the night, like a vast lake, which was breathtaking.

The blue butterfly, which has always been inhuman, does not hide at this time. It dances in the night and gently strokes the cheeks of the yin pear yarn. It may be a little itchy. The girl’s black-like slender eyelashes are like butterfly wings. Fluttering, slightly scornful.

On the edge of Novi, the follower was thinking about how to please the commander-in-chief. Suddenly, his shoulder was caught, and only seeing Novena staring at the girl with disappointment, he lowered his voice and said, "Hey, that person. Do you know who it is?"

The follower glanced at the girl under the street light, and lowered the voice. He carefully introduced the "Miyin pear yarn, the birth of the Yamato ethnic group, and joined the Huihui of the Republic. One of the seven stars, she was before"

Novena listened meticulously to the report of the big section, like a confused primary school student, and said, "She is also at the banquet table today?"

I followed the nod, "I didn't say a word, there is no sense of existence."

Novena clung to the show, the whole person looked a little overwhelmed, and kept groaning in her mouth. God shouted, she jumped off the railing and coughed, saying, "I know, you go back to the hotel." Let's go."

Followed by a "Brigadier General, here is the site of the reunion, you may not be safe here alone."

"I really want to kill me at the banquet table, it is as if you can win those people." Novena pushed the follower and called, "Go fast."

The followers were a little confused, but they did not rely on it. They left without a cry.

The Miyin pear yarn was listening to the sound of the butterfly fluttering, and suddenly heard a chuckle in the ear "Good evening."

The Miyin pear yarn heard that this was Novena. She subconsciously took a step back and opened the distance. After a moment of silence, she nodded and said softly, "Good evening, Brigadier Novia."

Novia stared blankly at the Mind Pear Yarn, and the palm of his hand was gently buckled in the heart. Gracefully said, "Weird, Easter is still half a year, why did I see the angel falling into the mortal?"

The Yinyin pear yarn is introverted and not very good at expressing his own thoughts. He heard Novena’s special praises from foreign countries, and some were overwhelmed. She thought about the identity gap between the two and decided not to Respond.

The Miyin pear yarn wanted to turn away directly, but Novena was smiling and stopped on the way. She extended her hand and said, "Look, what is this in my hand?"

The singer pear yarn smashed for a while and shook his head. "My eyes can't see."

Novia stunned and looked at the scent of the scented pear yarn, but the blue water of the blue lake, but did not look at the eye of the eye, the wind blew through the night, the inexplicable sourness filled her heart.

Suddenly, the Miyin pear yarn only felt that her hand was pulled up. She just wanted to struggle, but found a familiar touch on her fingertips.

The Yinyin pear yarn subconsciously touched the thing in Novi's hand. Soon, her look was stagnation, and she showed a warm smile like Qingyang. He whispered "Sakura".

Yes, Novena is not holding it in her hands. It is the symbol of the Yamato nation, the cherry blossom.

The cherry blossoms are delicate and precious, and they can't adapt to the climate of the collapsed era. They are extinct in the wild and even in the cities. Just like those who have not survived the collapse and the Dahe nationality on the island, they have become the gravel of history.

However, in some aristocratic homes, there are still people who use the greenhouse to cultivate this plant for viewing and research.

Very coincidentally, Novena is a person who likes cherry blossoms, and this trip is also carried in her own space bag.

Novena smiled like a child. She looked at the scented pear yarn that was obsessed with cherry blossoms. The red lips whispered and sang a beautiful song like "The pear blossoms spread all over the world, and the river was filled with soft voile." Katyusha stands on the shore of the shore, singing like a bright spring."

The heart of the Miyin pear yarn was completely hit by this song~www.readwn.com~ She couldn’t think of it anyway, and she would actually hear the long-lost Katyusha in a federal Brigadier General.

For the Yinyin pear yarn, and even for anyone who likes this song, Katyusha is more than just a song. It symbolizes the youth of a war baptism, is tenacious, and sings under the most extreme wars. The best behavior of mankind - love.

It was the spring of 1945, when the 2.5 million Soviet Red Army bid farewell to its lover, and broke through the Hilowo Heights defense line, surrounded the Nazi's lair, the fallen black heart.

On April 16th, during the season of pear blossoms, in the rolling torrent, tens of thousands of Soviet Red Army participating in the siege sang "Katyusha" in unison, and the accompaniment of this song was more than 2,000 Katyusha rockets. The roar outside Berlin.

When Novena sang "Katyusha", the Yinyin pear yarn seemed to be taken by the song to the past time and space. In the misty morning, she saw the pear trees blossoming and the petals were like angels. Floating like a feather on the river, the beautiful woman stood on the bank of the high and steep river and sang the sweetheart who was fighting the country on the front line.

It is a legend that never fades through history, and it is melted into the blood of future generations by beautiful melodies.