the other side, flower festival

Chapter 1 01. Introduction
In the middle of the night, in a luxurious courtyard near the East City of Chang'an City, the other courtyard was still lit, and the courtyard was quiet. A flock of crows flew by, piercing the sky, adding a bit of coolness to the already deserted summer night. The West Market looks very lively and brightly lit, which makes the huge East Market even more cold.

A gust of wind blows in the courtyard, and there is a burst of fragrance of flowers, but it is a fragrance that has never been smelled before. The thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy was studying hard. He raised his head when he heard the noise, put on his clothes, and walked to the window. He thought he was about to close the door and window again, but saw him standing there blankly. At the air outlet, I don't know what I saw, the corners of my lips raised slightly, and said softly: "Here? Where is she?"

In the courtyard, a black shadow stood opposite the young man, but he couldn't see his figure. The black shadow gradually approached the young man, but the young man was not panicked at all. When the black shadow stood in front of the young man, for a moment, the young man's gaze became distracted, and he was barefooted. Walking out of the room, stepping on a gravel road, it was as if someone was pulling him. The clothes he was wearing fell off, but he didn't respond. Deep in the gate of the yard, it was pitch black, like an abyss, and he couldn't see it. Who is the person who is leading the young man? I saw the young man continued to walk towards the gate of the courtyard, gradually sinking into the darkness.
"Master." The little book boy who had been guarding the gate of the other courtyard suddenly woke up from his dream. Seeing the young man disappearing before his eyes like a lost soul, he started up suddenly and ran into the darkness. After running a few steps, My eyes lit up.

It turned out that the boy opened the gate of the courtyard, and there was a soft light outside the gate.The little book boy was thinking, who is lighting the lights outside the door this big night?Thinking about it, he ran towards the boy, but luckily the boy didn't walk fast and was caught up by the little book boy.

"Master, it's midnight, where are you going?" The little bookboy said to the young man's back, but saw the young man walking forward as if he didn't hear him.

"Master?" The little book boy rushed forward and stopped in front of the boy. Only then did he see the boy's expression clearly. He closed his eyes lightly, and his steps were steady and uncluttered. He knew to avoid the stones at his feet when walking, but he clearly Close your eyes.

The hair on the little book boy's whole body stood up instantly, and he reached out to grab the boy's arm, "Master, wake up, what's wrong with you?"

With just a light push, the young man threw the little book boy to the ground, and his back hit the stone pillar at the door heavily. How can a normal person have such strength?The young man felt even more frightened and wanted to get up, but he heard the sound of flapping wings in his ears. It sounded like a giant bird, but when he looked up, he found that there was no giant bird in the night smoke, only one The red-topped sedan chair was floating in the night, and it stopped in front of the young man not too far away, but the young man walked towards the red sedan chair as if possessed by a demon. Under the night, the blood-red sedan chair looked dazzling and abrupt However, the red sedan chair was moving in the air by itself, and no one was lifting the sedan chair.

The little book boy was so frightened that he couldn't stand up, his mouth was half open, his legs were weak, his hands and feet couldn't move, his throat seemed to be blocked by stones, and he couldn't utter a sound.

The young man was wearing thin clothes and lifted his feet into the sedan chair. His feet were worn away by weeds and sharp stones because of walking barefoot, but he didn't seem to feel it.

As the young man got on the sedan chair, the blood-red sedan chair slowly moved towards the direction it had just come from. Under the black night, it was cold and terrifying.

Fireworks are going off in the West Market in the distance, and the color of the fireworks dyes half of the sky red, but it seems that they cannot illuminate the blood-red sedan chair carrying the boy away. In the night.

The little book boy was originally young, but he looked like seven or eight years old, and his pants were already wet with fright.

The moon came out from the clouds, and the night returned to tranquility. Except for the little book boy, there was no life.

(End of this chapter)