1 A Thousand Calls; A Thousand Entreaties (1/2)
Flame River is a river which has a vast river bank traversing endlessly since antiquity with a steady rhythm. It nurtures the surroundings with vitality and fertility without limits. Wandering minstrels and bards have created many songs to eulogize this large mother-like river. However, she has never felt moved concerning those praises and just continued streaming steadily from the green rugged mountain range which was her source — flowing majestically at high speed until she merges into the sea, never to return.
In the central plain region, located at the bank of the Flame River, is a place surrounded by layers of mountains. It's filled with tall ancient trees that reached towards the sky and bamboos swaying gently in the wind. The creek water whispered in the valley, creating a large pond within. Here, there were strange caves, a deep ravine, a large pond, as well as an ancient lake. There was no lack of historic sites and beautiful sceneries which had an inherent mystique to them. It was a place with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, a land blessed with fortune and glory by heroes.
The hills stood tall and high, demonstrating their fascinating magnificence while a waterfall poured down from the sky among the ranges of mountains, with grace and splendor. Brimming with vitality is a verdant forest blessed by the wind, rain, and snow all year round. Green pinewood trees covered Flame Peak, and as the mountain winds blew past them, it resulted in a whistle that spread throughout the summit. Seeming as ferocious as the bellows of great waves; the soft murmur of running water had an endless implicit charm in its rhythm. The autumn scenery of the hills covered in red autumnal leaves was evermore fascinating.
The topography of Flame Peak was precipitous and steep with beautiful summits providing different points of view that could be found anywhere in the mountains. Climbing above the hilltop, one could see dark green mountains all around as well as a sea of forest rippling along with the wind. Through the misty fog, an ethereal like scenery that seemed to be made by the heavens existed, enchanting anyone who lays their eyes on it.
Flame City, with mountains on one side and water on the other, surrounded by an enchanting scenery and a land filled with abundant minerals, it controlled a significant route and thus acted as a regional hub in the central plain. Since ancient times, strategists have always aspired to get hold of blessed lands, and now, it was evermore true to obtain that land to develop the economy and establish an industrial enterprise.
The summertime green was akin to the black ink brushed between heaven and earth, portraying an elegant picture under the blue sky and white clouds. A pleasing dark green reflected into one's eyes at times or perhaps light green at other times. Growing out entirely from the yellow foundation at the bottom, all of it was so verdant and lush, without any superficialness or immaturity, presenting the crescendo of their life to the utmost. It absorbs the warm sunshine with passion then breathes out a long and pure breath that provides you a crisp and pleasant divine air within this kind of green asylum, enabling you to enjoy the coolness.
But some days, the weather becomes unstable and dark clouds filled with flashes of lightning kiss the afternoon skies. The lightning inadvertently reveals a tender-hearted sight; the thunder is their merry laughter, and the rainbow after the rain is the crystallization of their love. The blue sky, white clouds, and the magnificent rainbow weave the most beautiful midsummer day's scenery.
On this beautiful day where the breezes blow past gently, right at the time when the tender green receives the love of the red, a red Ferrari slowly proceeded into the Golden Bay District and stopped in front of a multi-storied building. The door of the driver's seat opened, and a slender, fair leg wrapped in skin-colored transparent crystal stocking came into view, slowly dropping onto the floor with grace yet also brimming with enticement, instantaneously drawing in the gazes of all the passersby.
A mature beauty emerged from the car gracefully. She wore a sleeveless Chinese-style dress which had designs of red flowers and white leaves on it. Her curves were well developed and shapely while she possessed an hourglass figure that brought justice to her slender waistline which emphasized her glossy gem-like skin. Overall, it provided her with an elegant and imposing bearing.
That original national beauty of hers looked even more lovely due to the light makeup she wore, making her look so pretty that people didn't dare to look at her too intently.
The close-fitting stand-up collar, sleeveless dress tightly wrapped around her voluptuous body, making those fully rounded breasts seem rounder. The two crimson peony patterns designed at the location of the breasts on the dress seemed to give off an ample three-dimensional feel. The dress naturally tightened up below the ribs then loosened up around the buttocks, perfectly outlining her uncontainable slender waist while emphasizing those smooth and round buttocks of hers. The hem of the skirt barely reached her knees, and the open slit in the dress reached high till her thighs. When she walked, those breasts trembled slightly, seemingly ready to appear at the call. Her underbelly protruded out slightly, and while her legs swayed front and back, the intermittent triangle zone at the front and the buttocks at the back brought out her charm as a fully mature woman.
Yang Shimin - She was already 42 this year yet only looked around 30 years old, still possessing a magnificent style unmatched in her generation. She aged slowly and was still attractive. Her limpid eyes possessed a mien which could thoroughly captivate any man. She had a fair, rosy face and while the corners of her eyes had faint marks of wrinkles, they didn't lower her elegance yet instead added to her mature, elegant, dignified, and beautiful appearance that of a middle-aged pretty woman's.