: Festival 87: Although Jintang is good, it is not as good as hometown.

Pandaria Continent, Great Wall, Longji.
Hu Feng and Shao Hao walked side by side on the head of this old wall that could not see the margins.
"The distant east, the vast frontier, this stretch of old wall ... The vicissitudes of the predecessors, the scenery of the posterity, are bounded by thousands of miles ..."
Hu Feng strolled through a section of the city wall, and touched the long, vicissitudes, shabby and smooth shoulders of the city wall.
Looking at this ancient dragon built by the Mogu dynasty and built by countless pandaren slaves with blood and a piece of stone, Hu Fengna was already deep in his heart, and his somewhat vague past life memories came to mind again.
"An old country, how much the truth has faded away ... How many desires have become tragic in a page ...
"Arrogant ..." Hu Feng looked out at the dark land outside the Great Wall like a plug.
"I have learned from Master Liu Lang's handwriting records that Lord God likes our language, and he can still answer the question and say some thought-provoking words ... Now it seems that Master Liu Lang is true . "
Shao Hao also supported the city wall and looked at the terrible waste below.
Hu Feng smiled, "Just looking at the Great Wall and feeling it, I feel very different about this place."
Sylvanas, who was behind Hu Feng, pouted, leaned against the city wall, and looked at the surrounding buildings and customs that were completely different from Azeroth's world style.
The Greek Queen was tired of sitting on the Frozen Throne recently, so she ran back to the Palace of the Night and asked Sarodal to take a walk around Pandaria.
Not far away is a small fortress, which has been converted into a temple for monks.
The temple's door was open, and the faint smoke from the incense drifted in the wind.
"The lost rivers and mountains, the mysterious temples, these yesterday's battlefields ... the emperor's medal, the soldier's chest, but who is willing to stick to it ..."
Stinging in place, Hu Feng sighed in unclear meaning, then shook his head with a smile.
"It seems Lord God has a lot of feelings, Great Wall ... Our pandaren's pride is also a scar of blood and tears."
Continue to walk forward side by side, Queen Nothing unusually noisy and arrogant, followed quietly, carefully watching today's slightly different Sarodal.
On the Great Wall in the distance, the flames of Yantai were ignited, and one after another, the smoke was rolling towards the sky, getting closer and closer.
"It is estimated that the mantis demon on the other side of the Mantis Plateau has come to attack again. They just refuse to give up, alas ... alas? Where did I just say?" Shaohao looked up at the long-lasting smoke in the sky.
"Blood and tear scars."
"Ah ... yes, the tyrannical Mogu dynasty slaved our compatriots. They did not treat us as human beings. They did not have enough food and clothes to warm them, and built those magnificent palaces for the Mogu royals day and night. Great Wall. "
"But you have come through, haven't you. The Mogu clan hasn't crushed you, and now everything they belong to you."
Shao Hao nodded slightly, then sighed.
"Yeah, but these are really complicated for us emotionally. Here one brick and one tile, there may be a former compatriot buried everywhere." Shao Hao stomped the bricks under his feet, " So yes, maybe all of this now belongs to us, the splendor of the pandaren, but our ancient nation has experienced too much suffering, and these splendors are witnesses and vigilance. "
"The lonely long dragon, a prominent old wall ... It can't be broken, it can't be thrown away, it's always a hero .... For what?"
Hu Feng was pun intended, as if there was something to point at, and it seemed to be missing something.
That distant country, a distant home. . . How long have you left? a thousand years?
I once remembered that many times, constantly complaining in my heart about everything in that country, blaming all living environments, and depreciating that country is worthless.
I always want to run away, always want to go to those wonderful countries that I have never been to, and only see in the news, and never come back.
Then, as he wished, he left that country and could never go back.
Don't you want to? Don't you miss it?
Although Jintang is good, it is not as good as hometown. . .
If you really don't think about it, why keep trying to keep that memory, the ordinary, ordinary, and a bit silky humanity?
"what!!!!"
Titan roared through the whole Fairview Valley and the Terrible Wasteland.
Divine power writhed in the sky, rolling clouds collided, and thunderous bursts of thunder continued, in response to the writhing emotion in the heart of the Titan god.
The pouring rain was mixed with lightning and thunder, and the natural power of the thunder bombarded the land of feared wasteland.
On this day, countless mantis monsters died from the natural disaster caused by the Titan deities.
Shao Hao didn't ask or stop, but just stood aside and looked at the Titan God who was venting his emotions quietly.
His intuition told him that the Great Wall of the Pandaren reminded the Titan deity of some memories deep in his heart and never told anyone's memory.
Around the old country.
Surrounding the truth.
Around the vast years.
Surrounding desires and ideals.
Cover your ears.
There were no more people shouting there that day.
Blindfolded.
Goodbye the scars of the past.
"If you want to be one of the most favored gods, then I advise you not to go up and ask anything about what you see today, Ms. Sylvanas."
Shaohao stopped Queen Xi's worry and curiosity and shook her head.
"I think you don't understand the feminine virtues of our pandaren. A good wife, you just need to remember it in silence and try your best to soothe, not go to the roots."
Queen Greek froze and looked at the pandaren emperor in front of her. After a moment, she turned her head to Sarodal, who was facing the terrible wasteland.
Maybe. . . Is this his deepest true emotion?
Never told anyone around.
Those cruelty, interests, laziness and casual copper walls and iron walls that are hidden and protected by the divine power, are hidden behind the surface.
seem. . . Some are distressing.
Hu Feng turned around and regained his usual looseness on his face, with a silky smile on his face.
"Well, let's go, just because I feel it ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Nothing, haha."
Did nothing really happen?
Just cover up the most authentic look again.
Sylvanas stared directly at Hu Feng's eyes, who looked back at her with a smile.
After a while, Queen Greek showed a rare tender smile.
"Then go on."
Uncrowned body, selfless thoughts, and prominent wall breaking.
No one can drive.
No one is low.
Who wants to be willing to swing.
The rain stopped, and the rolling old wall stood on the mainland just like every day.
(PS: Mantis: "MMP .... It's me again!")